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SELECT  HYMNS, 

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WATTS'  PSALMS  &  HYMNS. 


BY  REV.  JAMES  GALLAHER. 


CINCINNATI: 

COREY,  FAIRBANK  &  WEBSTER. 

1835. 


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Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1834, 
BY  COREY  Si-  FAIRBANK, 

in  the  Clerk'B  Office  for  the  District  of  Ohio. 


Stereolyped  by  i.  A.  James. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 


In  presentin?  this  small  volume  to  the  patron- 
age of  the  christian  puhiic,  and  thus  increasing 
the  nunil)er  of  hymn  hooks  in  our  church,  an 
apology  is  deemed  unnecessary,  as  the  principal 
desisin,  as  will  be  seen  by  reference  to  our  prog- 
pectus,  published  in  the  latter  end  of  this  book  ia 
to  facilitate  and  perpetuate  the  use  of  Dr.  Walts' 
Psalinn  and  Hymns,  together  vvjth  a  competent 
immher  of  well  selected  hymns,  adapted  to  social 
and  relinioiis  worship,  from  those  old  and  venera- 
ted authors,  whose  hymns  have  been  so  justly  ad- 
mired, atid  have  contributed  so  nmch  to  the  edi* 
fication  of  christians. 

The  Psalms  and  Flymns  of  Dr.  Watts  are  in 
themselves  very  copious  for  public  worship;  yet 
the  numerous  associations  for  christian  benevo- 
lence, which  mark  the  present  day,  so  multiply 
public  and  social  meetinrs,  and  diversify  the  ob- 
jects of  prayer  and  praise,  that  it  has  been  deem- 
ed expedient  still  further  to  increase  their  value, 
by  an  additional  selection  of  such  standard  hymns 
as  are  now  made  use  of  in  our  churches  for  such 
occasions. 

The  number  of  hymns  in  the  selection  has  been 
confined  to  between  200  and  300,  as  it  is  believed 
that  number  will  be  sufficient  for  all  desirable  pur- 
poses, in  connection  with  Watts,  to  which  this  is 
desijrned  as  a  supplement,  and  for  the  double  pur- 
pose of  rendering  it  convenient  to  bind  them  in 
the  same  volume. 

Although  the  primary  object  of  this  collection, 
as  has  already  been  stated,  is  to  accompany  Watts, 
by  being  bound  in  the  same  volume  of  liis  Psalms 


ii  ADVERTISEMENT, 

and  Hymns;  yet  as  many  persons  are  already  sup 
plied  with  that  work,  by  publishing  the  supple- 
ment separately,  they  can  furnish  themselves  with 
much  less  expense,  and  churches  can  generally  in- 
troduce them  without  throwing  away  aU  their 
old  books.  .    ,       „ , 

A  lar-^e  number  of  hymns  of  Particular  Metre 
have  been  selected,  that  many  pieces  of  sacred  mu- 
sic of  distinguished  excellence,  for  which  but  tew 
hymns  are  now  furnished,  may  be  introduced  into 
the  public  worship. 

We  are  happy  to  take  this  opportunity  to  ex- 
press our  obligaUons  to  those  clergymen  who  have 
?aken  a  deep  Interest  in  the  ^vork  and  have  kind- 
ly rendered  us  their  time  y  assistance  in  exam- 
inin<^  and  revising  the  following  hymns,  before 
S  to  press,  and  have  given  us  tlieir  recom- 
Safions  of' the  same,  to  enable  us  '«  P^^^ 
a  work  to  the  patronage  of  our  church,  which 
will  be  generally  acceptable. 

It  is  the  intention  of  both  tlie  compiler  and  the 
publi  her  to  introduce  into  this  work  such  hymns 
as  mav  appear,  from  time  to  tune,  of  real  merit, 
ZrZ  nE  'such  other  alterations  as  may  be 
deemed  expedient,  to  keep  pace  with  the  chria- 
tian  enterprises  of  the  Present ^age-^^^^^^^^^g^ 

Cincinnati,  December,  1834, 


A  TABLE 

TO   FIND   ANY   OF    THE   SELECT   HYMNS   BY 
FIKST   LINE. 


ADAM,  our  father     14 
A  del)tor  to  64 

Afflictions,  tlio'  they    S'J 
Afflicted  saints,  to  2C 

Arise  and  shine,  O  167 
Ah!  how  shall  fallen  15 
Alas!  what  hourly  91 
Almighty  maker,  God  12C 
All  hail,  the  power  of  50 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  66 
Amazing  grace,  how  113 
And  didtheholv  and  I-JO 
And  let  this  feet  le  159 
And  will  the  judge 
Approach  my  soul 
Asseml^led  at  thy 
As  on  the  cross  the 
Awake,  my  soul,  in 
Awake,  awake  the 
Awake,  sweet 
Awake,  my  soul. 


PAGE. 

Come,  brethren  dear,  131 
Come,  ye  that  fear  132 
Come  on,  my  partners  138 
Come,  every  pious  142 
Come,  thou  fount  of  143 
Come,  my  soul,  tliy  84 
Come  ye  sinners,  poor  33 
Come,  weary  souls,  35 
Come,  gracious  spirit,  62 
Come,  holy  spirit,  63 

Come,  all  ye  weary  95 
Compared  with  Christ  55 

DAY  of  judirment,  163 
DauEhterofZion,126 
Delightful  thought  129 
Dear  Saviour,  v,e are  22 
Dear  Saviour,  when  78 
Dear  refuge  of  my  SO 
Did'stthou,  dear  Jesus 85 
Did  Christ  o'er  112 

-pTEIlNAL  powers!    6 


Awav,  mv  unbelieving  83  _tli  Eternal  wisdom!       y 

BEilOLD  the  leprous  24 !  Eternity  is  just  at        151 
Behold  a  stranger  SO; Eternity!  stupendous  156 
Begone  unbelief,  my     86  "CATHER  of  16 


Beyond  the  flight  of  171 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet  16 
Blest  Jesus,  source  of  62 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  72 
Blessed  Saviour,  thou  119 
But  ah,  my  inmost  50 
But  when  arni'd  with   59 

CHRISTIAN,  see  130 
Children  of  the  43 
Cheer  up,  my  soul  96 
Come,  let  us  join  our  157 
Come,  away  to  the  106 
Come,  humble  sinner  111 
Come,  guilty  souls  and  112 
Come,  Lord,  and  114 
180 


X  Father,  how  wide  29 
Father,  is  not  thy  121 
Father,  whate'r  of  91 
Faith,  'tis  a  precious  63 
Farewell,  dear  361 

From  Egypt  lately  56 
From  Greenland's  icy  125. 

GLORIOUS  things  120 
Glory  to  thee,  my  147 
God  of  Eternity,  from  149 
God  is  a  name,  my  4 

God  moves  in  a  10 

God's  holy  law  14 

Go,  ye  heralds  of  127 
Great  God  'tis  from  thy  27 


TABLE   OF   SELECT   HYMNS. 


PAGE. 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  28 
Guide  me,  O  tliou        153 

HARK!  mv  soul,  it  is  73 
Hark!  the  glad  45 
Hark!  brethren  don't  ]8 
Hark!  the  jubilee  is  31 
Hark!  the  voice  of  love  21 
Heaven  has  IGO 

Head  of  the  church  11 
He  lives;  the  great  47 

He  dies!  the  t'riend  of  140 
He  comes!  lie  comes  1G4 
His  voice,  as  the  sound  58 
Hither,  ye  faithful  41 
How  lost  was  my  100 
How  charming  is  108 
How  lovely,  how  109 
How  many  years  has  122 
How  long,  O  God,  has"  122 
How  various  and  150 
How  precious  is  the  15 
How  happy  are  we  19 
How  oft,  alas!  this  2:5 
How,  ye  sr.iuts  of  the  37 
How  shall  I  my  42 

Hew  tedious  and  60 

How  happy  are  they,  68 
How  sweet,  how  75 

How  happy  is  the  87 

How  firm  a  foundation  37 

I  ASKED  the  Lord     92 
In  songs  of  sublime 
In  evil  long  I  took        81 
In  all  my  Lord's  1 

I  love  thy  kingdom  115 
I  love  to  steal  awhile  117 
If  life's  pleasures  61 

It  is  the  Lord  82 

It  is  the  Lord  whose  83 
It  was  told  me  in  my  107 
I  would  not  live  154 

I  saw  beyond  the        1C8 

JESUS,  the  spring  of  53 
Jesus  my  all  to         54 


PAGB, 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  60 
Jesus,  full  of  all  79 

Jesus,  at  thy  command  89 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,  98 
Jesus,  wlio  knows  full  112 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  134 
Jerusalem  my  happy  135 

KINDRED  in  135 

Keep  silence  all  5 
LIGHT  of  those  51 
Lord,  when  I  169 
Lord,  I  cannot  let  110 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  114 
Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  155 
Lo,  he  cometh  162 

Lo,  he  conies  with      162 

MERCY,  O  thou  69 
Mortals  awake,  44 
My  Captain  sounds  88 
My  God  inspire  this  99 
My  soul  with  joy  25 

My  gracious  71 

My  glorious  Redeemer  72 
My  conscious  guilt  is  78 

NOW  we  expect  a   151 
Now  let  our  souls  92 
Now  is  the  time  39 

Now  let  our  cheerful  49 
Now  let  our  voices  67 
Now  let  the  feeble  all  89 
Not  by  t)ie  laws  of        66 

OH,  happv  day  that  75 
Oh,  could  I  find  98 
Oh,  why  was  I  not  106 
Oh,  when  shall  I  see  101 
O  for  a  glance  of  102 
O  Lord  our  languid  116 
O  for  a  closer  walk  24 
O  thou  in  whose  57 

O  Lord  I  would  69 

O  may  I  worthy  prove  74 
Our  heavenly  Father  23 
Our  souks  by  love  101 
Our  Lord  is  risen       144 


TABLE    OF    SELECT    HYMNS. 


PAGE. 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  124 
On  Jordan's  stormy    169 

POOR  weak  and  49 
Prostrate,  dear  77 
Prepare  me  gracious  153 
Prayer  is  the  soul's      118 

RAISE,  thougiitiess  28 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  47 
Repent,  the  voice  70 

Return,  return  O  82 

SAVIOUR,  visit  132 
Saviour,  I  do  feel  104 
Saviour  divine,  we  52 
Salvation,  O  melodious  "0 
Say,  sinner,  hath  a  39 
Sinners,  this  solemn  118 
Sinners,  the  voice  of  34 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  38 
Sinner,  art  thou  still  40 
Sinner,  O  why  so  42 

Sinners,  why  stand  j'e  95 
See  the  Eternal  166 

See  Israel's  gentle  119 
See  how  the  146 

Sleep  not,  the  Saviour  115 
Sovereign  ruler  of  149 
Sweet  is  the  scene  159 
Stop,  sinner,  stop  and   41 

THY  names,  how  3 
Thy  mercy,  mv  God  7 
Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  10 
Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  13 
Thy  way,  O  God,  is  67 
The  Lord  our  God  is  13 
The  voice  of  free  17 
The  Saviour  calls,  let  36 
The  mishty  frame  of  46 
The  perfect  world  by  108 
The  triumph  of  159 

The  hour  of  my  158 

The  chariot,  lJ;e  168 

The  Kin2  of  heaven  1-i ! 
Thee,  Father  we  hiess  26 
There  ia  no  path  to      55 


PAGE. 

There  is  a  heaven  94 
There  is  a  world  we  171 
There  is  a  land  of  103 
There  is  a  holy  city  137 
That  day  of  wrath,  166 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  160 
This  world  can  never  99 
This  world  is  poor  148 
Though  troubles  105 

Though  in  the  170 

They  liave  gone  to  125 
Thus  far  my  God  has  93 
'Tis  finished,  the  157 
'Tis  finished,  so  the  56 
'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  70 
To  our  Redeemer's    142 


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AIN  delusive         145 

WATCHMAN  terH27 
What  is  our  God    3 
What  various  146 

When  the  Eternal  7 

When  pale  with  12 

When  all  thy  mercies  12 
When  marshalled  on  30 
When  sins  and  fears  51 
When  Thou,  my  165 

When  any  turn  from  133 
WJiile  I  to  crief  my  64 
While  my  Redeemer's  53 
While  life  prolongs  its  32 
Wiiile  with  ceaseless  155 
Whilst  Thee  I  seek  116 
With  melting  heart      79 

YE  wretciied  139 

Ye  virgin  souls  152 
Ye  huml^le  souls  appro  8 
Ye  sons  of  men  with  9 
Ye  dying  sons  of  men  35 
Ye  hi'.ml'e  souls  76 

Ye  treinMins  souls  85 
Yes,  we  trust  the  day  131 
Yet  one  thing  we  20 
Your  harps,  ye  65 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS, 

TO   SELECT   HYM^'S. 

Mam,  the  first  and  second,  19. 

Anxious  inquiry,  116. 

Jiwakening,  117. 

Affliction  sanctified,  119. 

Accepted  time,  116. 

Jlpostacij,  198. 

Ascension,  213. 

Believer  encouragei,  96 — happy,  101. 

Bartimeus,  102. 

Better  world  in  prospect,  158. 

Blessing  without,  163. 

Christian  soldier,  98.  race,  130.  warfare,  131. 
spiritual  voyage,  132.  temptation,  a  proof  of 
God's  fidelity,  133.  request,  135.  travellers,  141 
and  142.  union,  150.  conference,  174.  encour- 
aged, 205. 

Choice,  happy,  111. 

Chariot,  248. 

Christ,  head  of  church,  14.  union  to,  31.  com- 
munion with,  S3,  security  of  his  sheep,  36.  at 
the  door,  47.  nativity,  59.  riches  of,  62.  incar- 
nation, 64,  65.  message  of,  66.  humiliation  and 
exahation,  67,  68.  intercession,  69,  70,  71.  a 
friend,  72.  coronation,  73.  life  and  light,  74,  75. 
righteousness,  76.  Saviour,  77.  shepherd,  78. 
way,  80.  all,  81.  on  cross,  83.  description  of, 
84,  85,  86.  lonijing  for,  87.  the  sinner's  refuge, 
146.  the  ship  head,  178.  not  ashamed  of,  200. 
dyinjr,  S^c,  207.  praise  to,  211.  crucified,  214. 
a  guide  to  glory,  226. 

Cross,  looking  at,  120.    bearing,  126. 

Concert,  monthly,  193. 

Communion,  33. 

Confidence  in  the  Lord,  122,  123.  looking  beyond 
present  appearances,  124. 

Church  on  earth  and  heaven  the  same,  231. 

Conversion,  praise  for,  197. 

Death,  preparation  for,  225.  of  a  sister,  232.  tri- 
umph over,  233.  of  the  righteous,  234.  judg- 
ment, 237. 


INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 

Dawning,  latter  day,  195. 

Delight  in  God,  103. 

Difficulties  in  the  way  of  duties,  199. 

Dedication  of  a  church,  159. 

Dismission,  170. 

Day  spring,  194. 

Encouragement  to  the  Christian,  205. 

Election,  27. 

Eternitij,  joyful  and  tremendous,  223—230. 

Exultation,  157. 

End  of  the  year,  reflections  on,  229. 

Evening  twilight,  175.     hymn,  217. 

Faith,  93.  in  Christ,  94.  triumphant,  95.  con- 
nected with  salvation,  97.  review  and  expecta- 
tion, IGS. 

Fortitude,  98. 

Fear  not,  127. 

Forms,  vain  without  religion,  162. 

Funeral  liymn,2r6,  237,  235,  234,  233  and  232. 

Gorf,  supreme,  1.  infinite,  2.  incomprehensible,  3 
sovereignty,  4.  exaltation,  5.  loving-kindness, 
6.  mercy,  7.  grace,  8.  goodness,  9  and  11. 
wisdom,  10.  power,  18.  close  walk  with,  34. 
refuge,  134.    nearness  to, 145. 

Gospel,  hope  from,  20.  jubilee,  24.  trumpet  of, 
26.     feast,  209. 

Gratitude,  15  and  16. 

Grace,  free,  25.  distinguishing,  38,  39.  salvation 
by,  40.     andslory,  196. 

Glorious  mystery,  157.    things  of  Zion  spoken,  180, 

Hard  heart  lamented,  152. 

Jfeacr/i  loused  for,  151.  sanctified,  172—202.  su- 
premely dura'.le,  218.    perpetual,  252. 

Heavenly  country,  140. 

Hell,  the  sinner's  own  place,  249. 

Holiness,  desired,  28. 

JHo;?e,  rejoicing  in,  63.  of  believer,  109,  115.  of  an 
immortal  crown,  235. 

Holy  city,  204. 

Humiliation  and  exaltation,  67,  68. 

Increase  of  the  church  promised,  181. 

Israel,  restoration  of,  192. 

Invitations  of  the  gospel,  206.  to  Christ,  46,  47 
48,  50,  51,  52,  55,  56. 


INDEX   OF   SXjBJECTS. 

Intercession,  69,  70,  91. 

Infinite,  2. 

Incomprehensible,  3. 

Imperfect,  100. 

/  would  not  live  alway,  227. 

Jubilee,  24—45. 

Judgment,  final  sentence,  238—239,240.  day  of 
241.  the  last,  242—243.  a  day  of  wrath,  245 
awful  doom  of  the  sinner  at  the,  244.  last  ac- 
count, 247. 

Kingdom  of  Christ,  68. 

Knowledge,  imperfect,  100. 

Love,  eternal,  27,  pardoning,  32.  to  Christ,  105, 
10«.  to  brethren,  101.  pleasures  of,  110.  to  the 
church,  171. 

Leper  healed,  35. 

Life's  pleasures,  89. 

Lord  will  provide,  155. 

Lovest  thou  me,  104,  108. 

Loving  kindness,  G. 

Land  promise,  250. 

Man,  fall  of,  19,  10,  21. 

Mercy,  181.    sent,  143  and  144; 

Meekness,  112. 

Missionary  mec\ms,s,  180,  182,  183,  185,  186.  fare- 
well, 190.     associations,  191. 

Mission  to  Palestine,  187. 

Morning  hymn,  216. 

Mercies,  divine  in  succession,  221 — 222. 

Midnight  cry,  224. 

Mysteries  of  Providence,  13,  17. 

J^ew  and  living  way,  248. 

Providence,  12.    mysteries  of,  13  and  17. 

Penitent,  114. 

Promises,  precious,  54. 

Pilgrim's  song,  82.     lot,  129.    farewell,  203. 

Praiier  answered  hv  crosses,  137.  importunate, 
167.     benefit  of,  215. 

Reflections  on  the  end  of  the  year,  229. 

Rising  to  GoA,  13S. 

Resolution,  grateM,  212. 

Redemption,  29.     wonders  of,  208. 

Resolve,  successful,  164 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 
Remember  ine,  88. 
Revival  prayed  for,  184. 
Repentance,  113,  114,  115. 
Redeemer,  praise  to,  210. 
Restoration  of  Israel,  192. 
Saint,  afflicted,  53.     happy  in  God,  220. 
Staroi  BetLleliem,  44. 
Salvation,  Iree,  25.     method  of,  37—43. 
Sanctified  afflictions,  119. 
Sovereignty,  4. 
Sinner's  refuge,  146. 
Sin,  orisiiial,  19.     bewailed,  123. 
Sinner,  weighed,  41.     saved,  42.    invited,  46 — 49 — 

50 — 51 — 52 — 55 — 56.    v.-elcome  to  Christ,   48. — 

warned,58— 60— 61,     return  to  Christ,  121. 
Scriptures,  inspiration  of,  22.     excellence,  23. 
SacfoHj- found,  149.    merit,  154.    ascension,  213. 
Supplication,  169. 

Spirit,  grieved,  57.    influences,  90, 91,  92. 
Temptations  of  the  Christian,  153. 
Triumph  over  death,  233.    final,  246. 
Trump-et,26. 
Teacher's  Inmn,  179. 
Thief,  converted,  £0. 
Time  and  eternitv,  228. 
T>ust,  and  not  afraid,  128. 
Union,  150. 
TVay  to  Canaan,  79.    way  to  Christ,  80.    ways  of 

God,  99.    way  God  has  led  me  on,  139.    to  Zion 

153. 
Watchfulness  and  prayer,  136. 
Watchman,  189. 

World  unsanctified,  147.    we  have  not  seen,  253. 
Worship,  pleasures  of  social,  160.    humble,  161. 
Wept  over  the  city,  165. 
Welcome  to  Christian  friends,  201. 
Wisdom  of  redeeming  time,  219. 
Wheat  and  tares,  251. 
Zion  encouraged,  188. 


]S^EW  SELECT  HYMNS. 


PERFECTIONS  OF  GOD. 

HYMN  1.    L,  M.         Appleton. 
God  Supreme  and  Self-sufficient. 
J  "TTTHAT  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name, 
i'V      Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach; 
He  dwells  conceal'd  in  radiant  flame, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  thoughts  can  reach. 

2  Tlie  spacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light. 

Compared  with  iiim,  how  short  they  falll 
They  are  too  dark,  and  he  too  bright; 
Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 

3  He  spoke  the  wondrous  word,  and  lot 

Creation  rose  at  his  command; 
Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know 
Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand. 

4  There  rests  the  earth,  there  roll  the  spheres. 

There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop; 
But  his  own  self-sufficience  hears 
The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up. 

5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows, 

Measuring  their  changes  by  the  moon: 
No  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows; 
His  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 

6  Then  f\v,  my  son?,  an  endless  round, 

The  lofty  tune  let  Gabriel  raise; 
AH  nature  dwell  upon  the  sound. 
But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise.— ^a«<. 

HYMN  2.    C.  M.        Jilbany. 
The  Infinite. 
1  rpHY  names,  how  infinite  they  be! 
A.     Gr?at  Everlasting  One! 
Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
And  unconfin'd  thy  throne. 

3 


4  PERFECTIOXS   OF   GOD. 

2  Thy  glories  shine  of  wondrous  size, 

And  wondrous  large  thy  grace; 
Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes, 
And  Gabriel  veils  his  face. 

3  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 

Which  angels  cannot  sound, 
An  ocean  of  infinities 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  The  mysteries  of  creation  lie 

Beneath  enlightenM  minds; 
Thoushts  can  ascend  above  the  sky, 
And  fly  before  the  winds; 

5  Reason  may  grasp  the  massy  hills. 

And  strcteh  from  pole  to  pole; 
But  half  thy  name  our  spirit  tills, 
And  overloads  our  soul. 

6  In  vain  our  haughty  reason  swells, 

For  nothing's  found  in  thee 

But  boundless  inconceivables. 

And  vast  eternity. — Watts. 

HYMN  3.    L.  M.        3Iendon. 
The  Incomprehensibility  of  God. 
f  /~^  OD  is  a  name  my  soul  adores — 

VT    Th'  almighty  Three,  th'  eternal  One! 
Nature  and  grace,  with  all  their  powers, 
Confess  the  infinite  unknown. 

2  Thy  voice  produced  the  seas  and  spheres. 

Bid  the  waves  roar  and  planets  sliine; 
But  nothing  like  thyself  appears 
Through  all  these  spacious  works  of  thine, 

3  Still  restless  nature  dies  and  grows; 

From  change  to  change  the  creatures  run; 
Thy  being  no  succession  knows, 
And  all  thy  vast  designs  are  one. 

4  Thrones  and  dominions  round  thee  fall 

And  worship  in  submissive  forms; 
Thy  presence  shakes  this  lower  ball. 
This  little  dwelling-place  of  wornie. 

5  IIow  shall  affrighted  mortals  dare 

To  sing  thy  glory  or  thy  grace? 


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PERFECTIONS   OP    GOD.  9 

Beneath  thy  feet  we  lie  so  far, 
And  see  but  shadows  of  thy  facel 
6  Who  can  behold  the  blazing  lis:ht! 

Who  can  approach  consuming  flame? 
None  but  thy  wisdom  knows  thy  might, 
None  but  thy  word  can  speak  thy  namQ.-Watts. 

HYMN  4.    C.  M.        Spencer. 
Divive  Sovereignty ;  or  QocTs  dominion  and  dtcreees, 
'EEP  silence,  all  created  things; 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod: 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  singa 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hnng  on  his  firm  decree: 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men. 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown: 
And  there,  the  following  pace  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why; 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves! 

7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise: 
6  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name 
■Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

'?  -neath  my  Lord,  the  Lambl— ^Tflf^*. 


i)  PERFECTIONS   OF   GOD. 

HYMN  5.    L,  M.        Blendon. 
God  exalted  above  all  praise. 

1  "C'TERNAL  power!  whose  higli  abode 
J_i    Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds, 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  The  lowest  step  around  thy  seat 
Rises  too  hi^h  for  Gabriel's  feet; 
In  vain  the  tall  arch-angel  tries 

To  reach  thine  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High! 

4  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame. 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lisp  thy  name: 
But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  hGhmA.— Watts 

HYMN  6.     L.  M.        Danvers. 
The  Loving-lxindness  o;f  the  Lord.    Ps.  Ixiii.  7. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

XA.  And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free! 

2  He  saw  mc  ruin'd  in  the  fall. 
Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along. 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Hasgather'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
Kia  loving-kindness,  changes  not. 


PERFECTIONS   OF   GOD.  I 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
O!  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death; 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  av/ay 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day; 
And  sing,  with  raitture  and  surprise, 

His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies.— Medleij. 

HYMN  7.    lis.        Portusuesc  Hymn.  ] 
Mercy  of  Ood.    Psalm  Ixxxix.  1. 

1  rpHY  mercy.  My  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
JL   The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my 

tongue; 
Thy  free  grace  aione,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Has  won  my  aiTcciions,  and  bound  my  soul  fast. 

2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here, 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair: 
But  thro'  thy  free  geodness,  my  spirits  revive, 
And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 

3  Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  nraich  for  my  heart. 
Which  wonders  to  see  its  own  hardness  depart; 
Dissovl'd  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  trround. 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

4  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 
I'othe  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by  the  way; 
No  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back. 

Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus's  sake. 

5  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell; 
Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell: 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree. 
That  open'd  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

6  Great  Father  of  mercies,  thy  goodness  I  own. 
And  the  covenant  love  of  thy  crucify'd  Son; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit  whose  witness  divine, 
Seal3  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  rishteousness  mine. 

Whitfield's  Col. 

HYMN  8.    C.  M.        Patmos. 
The  Grace  of  God;  or  Divine  Condescension. 
1  "TTTHEN  the  Eternal  nows  the  skies, 
V  V    To  visit  earthly  things, 


8  PERFECTIONS    OP   GOD. 

With  scorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  tow'rs  of  haughty  kings. 

2  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll 

Far  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  visit  ev'ry  humble  soul, 
Witli  pleasure  in  liis  eyes. 

3  Why  should  the  Lord,  that  reigns  above 

Disdain  svich  lofty  kinss? 
Saj',  Lord,  and  why  such  looks  of  love 
Upon  such  worthless  things? 

4  Mortals,  he  (hinih;  what  creature  dares 

Dispute  his  awful  will? 

Ask  no  account  of  his  atlairs, 

But  tremble  and  be  still. 

5  Just  like  his  nature  is  his  grace, 

All  sov'rei^n,  and  all  free; 
Great  God,  how  searchless  are  thy  ways! 
How  deep  thy  judgments  be! — Watts. 

HYMN  9.    C.  M.        Bolton. 
The  Goodness  of  God.    Nahum  i.  7. 

1  TT'E  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

JL    With  songs  ofsacred  praise, 
For  he  is  cood,  immensely  good. 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms: 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home. 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 


PERFECTIONS   OP   GOD.  » 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighly  love, 
What  honors  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise.—Steele. 

HYMN  10.    C.  M.        Pazton. 
A  Sortg  to  Creating  Wisdom. 

1  INTERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise! 
Jjj  Thee  the  creation  sings! 

With  Ihy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas,  . 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy.hand  1  ow  wide  it  spread  the  sky! 

How  glorious  to  Iielioldl 
Ting'd  with  the  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill. 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad. 
Our  souls  with  vast  nmazcmenl  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God, 

4  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  pnssions  move; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. —  Watts. 

HYMN  11.    L.  M.        Illinois. 
God''s  Goodness  to  the  Children  of  Men.  Ps.vii.  31. 
'E  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 


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The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord; 
And  let  ills  power  and  goodness  sound 
ThroCigh  all  your  tribes  tiie  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  h\<ih  heavens  your  son^s  invite. 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light: 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll; 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins. 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

4  But  oh!  that  briirhter  world  above. 
Where  lives  and  reians  incarnate  love! 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  ra-ray'd. 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 


10  PROVIDENCE. 

5  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar! 
There,  in  the  laud  of  praise,  adore; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay — 
. Demands  an  everlasting  day. — Doddridge. 

PROVIDENCE. 

HYMN  12.         Uxbridge. 

Providence;  or,  God  worliing  all  things  after  the 

Counsel  of  his  oicn  V/ill. 

1  rpHYways,  O  Lord!  with  wise  design, 
X  Are  frani'd  upon  thy  th»-one  above, 
Andev'ry  dark  and  bending  line 

Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

2  With  feeble  W'zht,  and  lialf  obscure. 

Poor  mortals  thy  arranjenients  view; 
Not  knowing  tliat  the  least  are  sure, 
And  the  mysterious  just  and  true. 

3  Thy  flock,  thy  own  peculiar  care, 

Thoush  iiovi'  they  seem  to  roam  uney'd. 
Are  led  or  driven  only  where 
They  best  and  safest  may  abide. 

4  They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way; 

But  trusting  to  thy  piercing  eye, 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray, 
Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die. 

5  My  favor'd  soul  shall  meekly  learn, 

To  lay  my  reason  at  thy  throne; 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 

HYMN  13.    C.  M.        Litchfield. 

The  Mysteries  of  Providence;  or,  Light  shining  out 

of  Darkness. 

1  /~^  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
vT  His  wonders  to  perform; 

He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-faiiing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  hissov'reign  will. 


PROVIDENCE.  11 

3  Ye  fearftil  saints,  fresli  courage  take, 

The  clouds  }e  so  nnicli  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  liead. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  liy  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  liim  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 

Unfolding  every  liour; 
The -bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Bl'nd  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 

And  scan  his  word  in  vain; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. — Cowper. 

HYMN  14.    P.  M.        Pisgah. 
Christ  the  Head  of  the  Church. 

1  TTEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
XJ.  We  joyfully  adore  thee; 

Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here, 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  alory: 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 

With  blest  anticipation. 
And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 

The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

2  While  in  afrlictioM's  furnace. 

And  passing  ihrouih  the  fire. 
Thy  love  we  praise  which  knows  no  da}'s, 

And  ever  brings  usni-rher: 
We  ciap  our  iiands  exulting 

In  tliine  almi'ihty  favor; 
The  love  divine,  which  made  us  thine, 

Can  keep  us  thine  forever. 

3  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 

Through  torrents  of  temptation; 
Nor  will  we  fear  while  thou  art  near. 

The  fire  of  tribulation; 
The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes: 
By  thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 


13  PROVrDEXCE. 

4  By  faith  we  see  the  glory, 

To  which  thou  shall  restore  us, 
The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize, 

Which  thou  hast  set  before  us: 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy. 

We  each,  as  djnns  Stephen, 
Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God's  right-hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

IIYJIN  15.     C.  M.         Howards. 
Gratitude  for  divine  mercies.    Part  I. 

1  TT7HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

V  V    Sly  risine  soui  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost, 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

2  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear. 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learned 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

3  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed. 
Before  my  infant  lieart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

4  When,  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
TJiine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man; 

5  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  death, 

It  cently  cleared  my  way. 
And  through  the  pleasinjr  srenes  of  vice, 
Wliere  thousands  go  astray. — Addison 

HYMN  16.  C.  M.        Howards. 
Gratitude  for  diinne  mercies.    Part  TI. 

1  "YTTHEX  pale  with  sickne&?.  oft  hast  thou 

\  V    With  health  renewed  my  fare; 
And,  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

2  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  good 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  Friend, 
Has  doubled  all  my  store. 


PROVIDENCE.  13 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  tlianks  employ, 
Nor  is  t!ie  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  L'oodness  I'll  pursue; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew 

5  Throush  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  sons  I'll  raise; 
For,  Of  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. — iddison. 

HYMN  17.     C.  M.        Meclford. 
The  Mysteries  of  Providence. 

1  rpHY  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea; 
_L   Thy  paths  I  cannoi  trace, 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  'Tishut  in  part  I  know  thy  will; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sicht: — 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal. 
In  glory's  clearer  light? 

3  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day. 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. — H.  K.  White. 

HYMN  18.    C.  M.         Spencer. 
.Almighty  Forcer  and  Majesty  of  God, 

1  rPHE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 
X    The  wind?  obey  his  will; 

Bespeaks — and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Ee'el,  ye  waves — and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar! 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  nisht!  your  force  combhiel 

Without  his  hi^h  hehest. 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nefit. 
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14  FALL   OF   MAN. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend; 

Ye   monarchs,  wait  his  nod. 
And  bid  the  choral  soi.g  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 


FALL  OF  MAN. 

HYMN  19.     L.  M.        Sunderland.    • 
Original  Sin;  or  the  first  and  second  Adam. 

1  A  DAM,  our  father  and  our  head, 

MX.  Transgress'd,  and  jiistice  dooni'd  us  dead" 
The  fiery  law  speaks  all  despair, 
There's  no   reprieve  or   pardon   there. 

2  Call  a  bright  council   in  the  skies; 
Seraphs,  the  mighty  and  the  wise, 
Speak;  are  j'ou  strong  to  bear  the  load, 
The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  God? 

3  In  vain  we  ask;  for  all  aroiind 

Stand  silent  through   the   heavenly  ground; 
There's  not  a  glorious  mind  above 
Has  half  the  strength  or  half  the  love. 

4  But  G.'  unmeasureaWe  grace! 

Th'  eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place; 
Down  to   our  world  the  Saviour  flies. 
Stretches  his  arms,  and  bleeds  and  dies. 

5  Amazing  work!  look  down,  ye  skies. 
Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes! 
Ye  saints   helow,  and  saints  above, 

All  bow  to  this  mysterious  love. — Watts. 
HYMN  20.    S.  M.        Olmutz. 
Hope  from  the  Gospel  only. 

1  /~10D'S  holy  law  transgressed, 
\jr  Speaks  nothing  but  desiiair; 
Burdened  with  guilt — with  grief  Of 

We  find  no  comfort  there. 

2  Not  all  our  groans  and  tears. 

Nor  works  which  we  have  done; 


THE    SCRIPTURE.  15 

Nor  vows,  nor  promises  nor  prayers), 
Can  e'er  for  sin  atone. 

3  Relief  alone  is  found 

In   Jesus'  precious  blood: 
Tis  this  that  heals  the  mortal  wound. 
And  reconciles  to  God. 

4  Hii;h  lifted  on  the  cross, 

The  spotless  victim  dies; — 
This  is  salvations  only  source — 
Hence  all  our   hopes  arise.— Epis.  Col. 

^YMN  21.    S.  M.        Elton. 
Fall  of  Man. 

1  A  H,  how  shall  fallen  man 
JjL  Be  just  before  his  God  I 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 

We  fall   beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should   mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 
A  just  excuse  devise? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God! 

Wiio  can  with  thee  contend. 
Or  who  that  tries  th'  uneijual  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake! 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted   pillars  shake! 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend   with  such  a  God? 
None— none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 


THE  SCRIPTURE. 

HYMN  22.    C.  M.        Devises. 
The  inspired  Word,  a  system  of  Kowledge  and  Joy 
1  TTOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
xl  By  inspiration  given! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 


16  THE   GOSPEL. 

2  It  eweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light,  and  joy   it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our   rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer   light 
Of  an  eternal  day. — Rippoii's  Col. 
HYMx\  23.    C.  M.        Medfield. 
The  Excellency  and  Sufficiency  of  the  Holy  Scriptures, 

1  Tj^ATHER  of  mercies!   in  thy  word 
X.    What  endless  glory  shines! 

For  ever  be   thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  may   the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind, 

3  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And   yields  a  free  repast; 
Suhlimer  sweets  than   nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly   peace  around; 
And   life,   and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delis'ht; 
And  still   new   beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still   increasing   light! 

6  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord! 

Pe   thou  for  ever   near: 
Teach   me  to  love   thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my   Saviour  there. 

THE  GOSPEL. 

HYMN  24.        Harwich. 
Jubilee.     Lev.  xxv.  9 — 17. 
1  T>LOW  ye   the  trumpet,  blow 
X>  The  gladly  solemn  sound; 


THE    GOSPEL.  17 

Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atonin?  Lamb; 
Redemption  ty  his  blood, 

Thro'  all   the  world  proclaim; 
Tile  year,  ^-c. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold   for  nought, 

Your   heritage   above, 
Coine,  take   it   back   unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love; 
The  year,  <!^-c. 

4  Ye  slaves  o*"  sin  and  hell, 

Your  lilertv  receive; 
And  sale  in    Tesns  dwell. 
And  blort  in   Jesus  live; 
The  year,  (^-c. 

5  The  cospel  trumpet  hear, 

The   news  of  pard'ning  grace; 
Ye  happy  souls,   draw   near, 
Eebold  your  Saviour's  face; 
The  year,   S^c. 

6  Jesus  our  preat  hish-priest. 

Hath   full   atonement  made; 
Ye  «eary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mournin2  souls,  be  glad! 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  25.    P.  M.        Duren. 
Free  Grace. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape  to  the 
mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  open'd  a  foun- 
tain: 
For  sin   and  transnrression  and  ev'ry  pollution. 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah    to    the    Lamb  who  has   purchas'd 

our  pardon; 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan. 

2L 


18  THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Now  glory  to  God  in  tlie  liiiihest  Is  glvpn, 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  in  heaven; 
Around    the  whole    earth,  let   us   tell  the  glad 

story, 
And   sins  of  his  love,  his  salvation,  and  glory 
Halleluj;ili  to  the  Lamb,  tSfc. 

3  Enraptur'd  I  burn,   with  deiieht  and  desire, 
Such  love,  so  divine,  sots  my  soul   all  on   fire; 
Around  the    bright  throne  hosannahs  are  ring 

i"g) 
O  when  shall  I   join    lliem,  and  ever  be  sing 
inj. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  ^-c. 

4  O  Jesus  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
O'er    sin,  death,  and    hell,    thou  wilt  make   us 

victorious: 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  congrc 

gation. 
And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  ^"c. 

5  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the  blest 

shore. 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will    praise 

evermore; 
We'll  ranse  the  blest  fields  on  the  banks  of  tho 

river. 
And  sing  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  f;c. 

HYJIN  26.    P.  M. 
Trumpet. 

1  TTARK!  brethren,  don't  yon  hear  the  sound, 
XJ.  The  martial  trumpets  now  are  blowing; 
Men  in  order  listing  round. 

And  soldiers  to  tl;e  standard  flowing: 
Bounty  otfer'd,  life  and  peace, 

To  every  soldier  this  is  given; 
When  from  toils  of  war  tliey  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepar'd  in  heav'n. 

2  The  banner  of  the  bleeding  Lamb 

Is  waving  high  o'er  every  nation, 
To  ruined  souls  of  every  name. 
The  gospel  brings  a  great  salvation; 


THE   GOSPEL.  19 

The  poor,  the  sick,  the  blind,  the  lame, 

Their  maladies,  shall  all  be  healed; 
Outlaw'd  rebels,  when  they  come 

Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 

3  The  battle  is  not  to  the  stron?, 

The  burden's  on  our  captain's  shoulder  *. 
None  so  aged,  or  so  young, 

But  may  enlist  and  be  a  soldier. 
Tiiosc  who  cannot  fight  or  fly, 

Beneath  his  banner  find  protection; 
None,  who  on  his  name  rely. 

Shall  be  reduc'd  to  base  subjection. 

4  You  need  not  fear,  the  cause  is  good; 

Come,  who  will  to  the  crown  aspire? 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  liled, 

And  shouted  victory  in  the  fire. 
In  this  cause  let's  follow  on, 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasinjf  story, 
How  by  faith  we  gain'd  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  to  life  and  glory 

5  The  battle,  brethren,  is  begun. 

Behold  the  army  now  in  niofion; 
Some  by  faith  behold  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  their  future  portion; 
Hark!  the  victors  singing  loud, 

Emanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling, 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  down  is  tumbling. 

6  Hark!  ye  rebels,  come  and  list, 

The  officers  are  now  recruiting: 
Why  will  you  in  sin  persist. 

Or  spend  your  time  in  vain  disputing? 
All  your  cavils  sure  are  vain; 

For  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favor, 
Down  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 

To  bear  the  wrath  of  God  forever. 

HYMN  27.    5,  6.    Part.  I. 
Everlasting  Love;  Electing  Grace,  and    Personal 

Holiness. 
1  TTOW   happy  are  we, 

xl  Our  election   who  sec. 
And  venture,  O  Lord,  salvation  on  thee 


20  THE   GOSPEL. 

In  Jesus  approv'd, 
Eternally  lov'd, 
Upheld  by  thy  power,  we  cannot  be  mov'd. 

2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  the  bosom  divine, 

And  experience  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine: 

■\^'liile,  born  from  above, 

And  upheld  by  thy  love. 
With  singing  and  triumph,   to  Zion  we  move. 

3  Our  scekin;^  thy  face 
Was  all  of  thy  grace, 

Thy  mercy  demands,  and  sliall  have  all  the  praise* 

No  sinner  can  be 

Beforehand  with  thee. 
Thy  grace  is  preventing,  almighty,  and  free 

4  Our  Saviour  and  friend 
His  love  shall  exiend, 

It  knew  no  beginning,  and   never  shall  end; 

Whom  once   he   receives 

His  Spirit  ne'er  leaves; 
Nor  ever  repeals  of  the  grace  that  lie  gives. 

5  This  proof  we   would  give 
Tiiat   tliee  we  recei\o; 

Thou  art  precious  alone  to  the  souls  that  believe; 

Ee  precious  to  us! 

All  besides  is  as  dross. 
Compared  with  thy  love  and  the  blood  of  thv  cross. 

TopLady. 

HYMN  28.    Tart  II. 

1  T^ET  one  thina  we  want, 

JL    More  holiness  grant! 
For  more  of  thy   mind  and  thy  image  we  pant, 

Tliine  imaie   impress 

On  thy  favorite  race; 
O  fashion  and  "polish  thy  vessels  of  grace! 

2  Thy  workmanship  we 

Move  fully   would  be;  [thee: 

Lord,  stretch  out  thine  liand,  and  conform  us  to 

While  onward  wc  move 

To  Canaan  above. 
Come,  fill  us  with  holiness,  fill  us  with  love, 


THE   GOSPEL.  21 

Vouchsafe  us  to  know 
More  of  thee  below; 
Thus  fit  us  for  heaven,  and  glory  bestow: 
Our  harps  shall  be  tun'd, 
The  Lamb  shall  he  crown'd, 
Salvation  to  Jesus  thro'  heav'n  shall  resound; 

Toplady. 

HYMN  29.    8,  7,  4.        Zion. 
Finished  Redemption. 

1  TTARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
±1  Sounds   aloud  from  Calvary! 

See  it  rends  the  rocks   asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky! 
"It  is  finished!" — 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry! 

2  "  It  is  finished!"— O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  atfordi 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord, 
"It  is  finishVI!" — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd   all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial   law! 
Finish'd   all  that   God   has  promis'd; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
"It  is  finish'd" — 
Saints  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join'to  sing  the  pleasing  theme: 
All   in  earth   and   all  in   heaven 

Join  to  praise  Inmianuel's  name. 
Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 

HYMN  36.    C.  M.        Bed  ham. 
The  converted  Thief.    Luke  xxiii.  42. 

1  A  S  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
Xi-  And  wept,  and  bled,  and   dy'd, 
He   pour'd  salvation  on  a   wretcii 

That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame. 

The  penitent  confess'd; 


29  THE    GOSPEt. 

Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed: 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven! 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God! 
I  see  thee  hatli'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And   wel'tring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "Yet  quickly,  from  those  scenes  of  woe, 

In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me, 
And  in  tJie  vict'ries  of  thy  death, 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
"To-day  thy   partins  soul  shall  he 
With  me  in  Paradise."— S.  Stennett. 

HYMN  31.    S.  M.        Inverness. 
Vital  Union  to  Christ  in  Regeneration.  1.  Cor.  vi.  17 

1  "pvEAR  Saviour,  we  are  thme 
JlJ  By  everlasting  bonds; 

Our  names,  our   hearts,  we  would  resign, 
Our  souls  are  in  thy  liands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever  growing  zeal; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
O  let  them  ne'er   prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee  our  head; 
Shall   form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay: 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one. 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 
If  he  in  heaven  hath  fix'd  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  \\\t\c.— Doddridge. 


THE   GOSPEL.  23 

HYMN  32.    C.  M.        Cartnth. 
Pardoning  Love.    Jer.  iil.  22.    Hos.  xlv.  1- 

1  TTOW  oft,  alas!  this  wretclied  heart 
Xi  Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord; 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart 

Forgetful  of  Ids   wordi 

2  Yet,  sov'reign  mercy  calls,  'Return, 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come! 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  Canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 

And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 

To  speak  thy  wondrous  love? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet; 
And  let  me  rove  no  more.— Steele. 

HYMN  33.    S.  M.        Olmutz. 
Communion  with  God  znd  Christ.    1  John  i.  5. 

1  /^UR  heavenly  Father  calls, 
V^  And  Christ  invites  us  near; 

With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  Sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs: 

He   pardons  every  day; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls. 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are; 

What  various  stores  of  good, 

Diffus'd  from  our  Redeemer's  hand. 

And  purchased   with  his  bloodi 

4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care; 
Our  advocate  before  the  throne. 
And  our  forerunner  there. 
S 


24  THE   GOSPEL. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart! 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love! 
Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above.— Doddridge, 

HYMN  34.    C.  M.        ^Ibamj. 
Walking  isith  Ood.    Gen.  v.  4. 

1  r\  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
\J  A   calm  and  heavenly  frame: 
A  li^lit  to  shine  upon  the   road 

That  leads  me  to  the  lamb! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the   sonl-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  liis  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  memory  stilll 
But  now  I  find  an  achinii  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  dove!  return. 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  tlnone, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  lisht  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  'Lamb.—Coicper. 

HYMN  35.    S.  M.        Olneij. 

The  Leper  healed;  or  Sanctification  implored. 
Matt.  viii.  2. 
1  TIEHOLD  the  lep'rous  Jew, 
Jj  Oppress'd  with  pain  and  ijrief, 
Pouring  his  tears  at  Jesus'  feet 
For  pity  and  relief. 
9  "O  epeak  the  word,"  he  cries, 
"And  heal  me  of  my  pain: 


THE    GOSPEL.  25 

Lord  tliou  art  able,  if  thou  wilt, 
To  make  a  leper  clean." 

3  Compassion  moves  his  heart: 

He  speaks  the  gracious  word; 
The  leper  feels  his  strength  return. 
And  all  his  sickness  cur'd. 

4  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  I  look. 

Sick  of  a  worse  disease: 
Sin  is  my  painful  malady. 
And  none  can  give  me  ease. 

5  But  thy  Almighty  grace 

Can  heal  my  lep'rous  soul: 
O   bathe  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  that  will  make  me  whole.— Stennett. 

HYMN  36.    S.  M.        Southfield. 
TTie  Security  of  Christ's  Sheep.    John.  x.  37—39. 

1  TV/TY  sonl,  with  joy  attend, 
IVX  While  Jesus  silence   breaks; 
No  angel's  harp,  such   music  yields, 

As  what  my  Sliepherd  speaks. 

2  "I  know  my  sheep,"  he  cries, 

"My  soul  approves  them  well. 
Vain   is  the  treacherous  world's  disguise, 
And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3  "I  freely  feed  them  now 

With  tokens  of  my  love; 
But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams  above. 

4  "Unnumber'd  years  of  bliss, 

I  to  my  sheep   will  give; 
And,  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands, 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5  "This  try'd  AIniishty  hand 

Is  rais'd  for  their  defence: 
Where  is  the  power  shall  reach  them  there? 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence?'' 

6  Enough,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Let  faith  triumphant  cry; 
My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live. 
Can  on  this  promise  die. — Doddridge, 


96  THE  GOSPEL. 

HYMN  37.    5.  6.       Etntffn. 
The  Method  of  Salvation. 

1  mHEE,  Fatherl  we  bless, 
X.  Whose  distinguished  crace 

Selected  a  people  to  show  forth  thy  praise 

Nor  is  thy  love  known 

By  election  alone; 
For,  O!  thou  hast  added  the  gift  of  thy  Son. 

2  The  goodness  in  vain 
We  attempt  to  explain, 

Which  found  and  accepted  a  ransom  for  men. 

Great  surety   of  thine, 

Thou  didst  not  decline 
To  concur  with  the  Father's  most  gracious  design. 

3  To  Jesus  our  friend. 
Our  thanks  shall  ascend; 

Who  saves  to  the  utmost,  and  loves  to  the  end' 

Our  ransom  he  paid! 

In  his  merit  array'd, 
We  attain  to  the  glory  for  which  we  were  made. 

4  Sweet  Spirit  of  prace! 
Thy  mercy  we  bless. 

For  thy  eminent  share  in  the  council  of  peace 

Great  agent  divine. 

To  restore  us  is  thine. 
And  cause  us  afresh,  in  thy  likeness  to  shine 

5  O  God,  'tis  thy  part 

To  convince  and  convert; 
To  give  a  new  life,  and  create  a  r.ew  heart" 

By  thy  presence  and  grace, 

We'er  upheld  in  our  race, 
And  are  kept  in  thy  love,  to  the  end  of  our  days, 

6  Father,  Spirit,  and  Son, 
Agree  thus  in  one, 

The  Balvation  of  those  he  has  mark'd  for  his  own; 

Let  us,  too,  agree 

To  elorify  Thee,— 
Thou  ineffable  One,  thou  adorable  Three! 

Toplady. 


THE    GOSPEL.  -S 

HYMN  38.    11.  8.        Rowley. 
Distinguished  Grace.    Jer.  xxxL  3. 

1  TN  son»s  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 
X  Ye  pilsrims,  for  Zion  who  presg, 

Break  forth,  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of  days. 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 

2  His  love  from  eternity  fix'd  upon   you, 

Broke  forth  and  discover'd  its  flame, 
When  each  in  the  cords  of  his  kindness  he  drew, 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 

3  O  had  Jie  not  pitied  the  state  you  were  in, 

Your  bosoms,  his  love  had  ne'er  felt:  [sin, 

You  all  would  have  liv'd,  would  have  died  too  in 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt, 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit  esteem. 

Or  give  the  Creator  delisht? 
'Twas  "even  so.  Father!"  j'ou  ever  must  sing, 
"Because  it  seem'd  good  in  thy  sight." 

5  Twas  all  of  thy  grace,  we  were  brought  to  obey, 

While  others  were  suffered  to  go 
Th.e  road  which  by  nature  we  chose  as  our  way; 
Which  leads  to  the  regions  of  woe. 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy  name, 

To  him  all  the  dory  belongs; 
Be  your's  the  high  joy  st'ill  to  sound  forth  his  fame, 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  his  songs. 

HYMN  39.    C.  M.     Part  I.        Litchfield. 
By  the  Grace  of  God,  I  am  what  I  am.  1  Cor.  xv.  8. 

1  /^KEAT  God,  'tis  from  thy  sov'reign  grace 
VT  That  all  my  blessings  flow; 

What'er  I  am  or  do  possess, 
I  to  thy  mercy  owe. 

2  'Tis  this  my  pow'rful  lusts  controls, 

And  pardons  all  my  sin; 
Spreads  life  and  comfort  through  my  soul, 
And  makes  my  nature  cleanT 

3  'Tis  this  upholds  me  wliilst  I  live, 

Supports  me  when  I  die; 
And  hence  ten  thousand  saints  receive 
Their  all  as  well  as  I. 


28  THE   GOSPEL. 

4  How  full  must  be  the  springs  from  whence 
Such  various  streams  proceed! 
The  pasture  cannot  but  be  rich, 
On  which  so  many  feed. 

HYMN  40.  S.  M.    Part  II.        Watchman, 

Salvation    by   Grace  from    the  first  to  the   last, 
Eph.  ii.  5. 

1  /~i  RACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound! 
Vjr  Harmonious  to  the  ear! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  v.-ay 

To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
[3  Grace  first  Inscrib'd  my  name 
In  God's  eternal  book: 
'Twas  grace   that  gave  me  to   the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took.] 
4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 
And  new  supplies,  each  hour,  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on   to  God. 
[5  Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
And  made  my  eyes  overflow: 
*Twas  grace  that  kept  me  to  this  day 
And  will  not  let  me  go.] 
6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  day?; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  d2serves  the  praise. 

HYMX  41.    L.  M.         Windham. 
The  sinner  weighed  and  found  uanting.    Dan.  v.  27. 

1  TJ  AISE,  thouahtlcss  sinner,  raise  thine  eye — 
XV  Behold  God's  balance  lifted   high! 

There  shall  his  justice  he  display'd. 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 

2  See  in  one  scale  liis  perfect  law; 

.  Mark  with  wliat  force  its  precepts  draw; 


THE   GOSPEL.  29 

Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain? 
Thy  works  how  light!  thy  thoughts  how  valnl 

3  Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  in  dreadful  characters; 
"Sinner— thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

Anu  .  „v,^„  j,^j{g  jfjgg  fQ  tj^g  ground." 

4  Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  u..^..„„.  _^ 

Let  horror  change  thy  guilty  face;  = — - 

Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll. 
Till  deep  repentance  "melt  thy  soul, 

5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail; — 
Christ  hath  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale; 
Still  doth  the  cospel  publish  peace. 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 

6  Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save; 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave, 
The  pond'rous  load  of  guilt  remove, 
That  trembling  lips  may'  sing  thy  love. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  42.    C.  M.        Spencer. 
God  glorious  and  Sinners  saved.    Isaiah  xliv.  23. 

1  "FEATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines! 
S.     How  high  thy   wonders  riie! 

Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  [Part  of  thy  name   divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ; 
They  show  the  labor  of  thine  hands, 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet.] 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance   and  compassion  join 
In  their   divinest  forms, 

4  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverend  awe, — 

We  love,  and  we  adore! 

The  first  archangel  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains; 
Sweet  cherubs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 
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30  THE    GOSPEL. 

6  Oh,  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. — fVatta. 

Hymn  43.    C.  M.        Eastport.     Carintk. 

1  <~.4.T.-r--i.iiON!— Oh,  melodious  sound, 
>3  To  wretched  dyins  men! 
Salvation  that  from  God    proceeds, 

And  leads  to  God  again. 

2  But  may  a  poor  bewilder'd  soul, 

Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
Presume  to  raise  a  treml)ling  eye 
To  blessings  so  divine? 

3  The  lustre  of  so  brisht  a  bliss 

My  feelile  heart  o'erbears; 
And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
The  promise  into  tears. 

4  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine, 

These  dying  hopes  can  raise: 
Speak  tby  salvation  to  my  soul, 
And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 

HYMN  44.  Dajivers. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
HEN  marshaird  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  cliitering  host  bcstud  the  sky, 
Oni  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinners  wandering  e.ve: 
Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks. 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
Once  on  the  racing  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  «as  loud,  the  nialit  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blovv'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death  struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem: 
When   suddenly  a  star  arose. 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem, 


^W 


THE   GOSPEL.  SI 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease: 
And  tlirough  llie  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  nioor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sinir,  first  in  nisht's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore. 
The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

H.  K.  White. 

HYMx^  45.    8s.  7s.        Crockett 
The  Jubilee, 

1  TTARK!  the  Jubilee  is  sounding, 
Xl  O  the  joyful  news  is  come; 
Free  salvation   is  proclaim.ed, 

In  and  through  God's  only  Son, 
Now   we  have  an   invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb. 
Glory,  honor  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Come  3'e  sinners,  don't  neglect  it, 

Come  to  Jesns  in  your  prime; 
Great  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 

O  receive  it — now's  your  time: 
Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again. 

3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning. 

Come  and   follow  Christ,  the  way; 
We  shall  all  receive  a  blessing, 

If  we   come  without  delay. 
Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 

O,  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain! 

4  Let  us  run  our  race  with  patience, 

Looking  unto  Christ  the  Lord; 
For  his  throne  shall  stand   forever. 

And  his  name   shall  be  adored; 
He  is  worthy  to  be  praised, 

He  is  our  exalted  King. 

5  Zion's  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 

Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore; 
May  his  love  and  grace  constrain  us 
To  rejoice  and  to  adore; 


83  THE   GOSPEL. 

Oh,  then  let  us  join  together 
Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 

HYMN  46.    L.  M.        Augusta. 
Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  "TTTHILE  life  prolonfrs  its  precious  H?ht, 

VV    Mercy  'is  found   and   peace  is  given; 
But  socn,  ah!  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  our  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day, 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound; 
Come  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing. 

Shall  death  command  you  tc  the  grave; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring. 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that    lone  land  of  deep  despair. 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly   light  shall   rise; 
No  God   regard  your   bitter   prayer. 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 

In  those  forgetful  realms  appear; 
Deep  sorrows  fill   the  dismal   tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

6  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day. 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound; 
Come  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he's  found. 
Dwight. 

HYMN  47.    L.  M.        Uzhridge. 
Christ  at  the  door. 

1  "OEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  doorl 

Jj  He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before; 
Has  waited   long,  is  waiting  still; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude!  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  open  hands; 
O  matchless  kindness!  and  he  showa 
That  raatchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 


THE   GOSPEL.  33 

3  But  wfll  he  prove  a  friend  Indeed? 
He  will— the  very  friend  you  need: 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  from  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine; 
Turn  out  that  hateful  monster,  sin, 

And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in.— JVewtan. 

HYMN  48.    8,  7,  4.        Fleming. 
Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ.    Isaiah  Iv.  1. 

1  /^OME  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Kj  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore — 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 

Full  of  pity,  join'd  with  pow'r; 
He  is  able. 
He  is  willing:  doubt  no  more. 

2  Come  ye  thirsty,  come  and  welcome; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify: 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 
Without  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him: 
This  he  gives  you; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden. 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 

You  will  never  come  at  all: 
Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to   call. 

5  View  him  prostrate  in  the  garden; 

On  the  ground  your  Maker  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him; 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
"It  is  finish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 
2M 


34  IN-YITAT10K3 

6  Lo,  th'  Incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood: 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 
None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name: 
Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


INVITATIONS  AND  PROMISES. 

HYJIN  49.    C.  M.        Patmos. 
Let  the  wiched  forsake  his  ways,  8^-c.    Isaiah  Iv.  7. 

1  OI\NERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 
lO  'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day; 

He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace; 
A  thousand  stings  within   your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  wiy  is  dark  and   leads  to  hell; 

Why  will  you  persevere? 
Can   you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

4  Whv  will  you  in  the  crookeJ  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live. 

Through  hi?  abounding  erace: 

His  mercy   will  the  guilt  forgive, 

Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts; 

He  pardons  like  a  God; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  hioQ^.—FawcUt. 


AND   PROMISES.  85 

HYMN  50.    L.  M.        Augusta. 
Wearxj  souls  invited  to  rest.    Matt.  xi.  28. 

1  /~~10ME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest; 
KJ  Come,  and  accept  tire  promis'd  rest; 
Tlie   Saviour's  gracious  call  obey. 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. ' 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load; 

O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love. 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace; 
How  rich  the  gift!  how  free  the  grace! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart. 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yel  rejoice, 
And   bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. — Steele. 

HYMN  51.        Zehuloru 
Yet  there  is  room.    Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  '^E  dying  sons  of  men, 

JL    Immerg'd  in  sin  and  woe. 

The  Gospel's  voice  attend. 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you: 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame: 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lamei 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come: 
For  every  trembling  soul  there'a  rooio. 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word 

His  messengers  proclaim; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 
And  £aiUiful  ia  bia  nauie; 


36  INVITATIONS 

Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come. 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 
4  Corapell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  slieep,  draw  near; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above. 
His  charming  accents  hear! 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come: 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN  52.    C.  M.        Topsham. 
The  Saviour'' 3  Invitation.    John  vii.  37. 

1  rpHE  Saviour  calls— let  every  ear 
JL    Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 

Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow: 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  easej'Our  ev'ry  pain: 
(Immortal  fountain!  full  supplies!) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come;  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey: 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly. 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts; 
And  drink,  and  never  die.— -S^ee^e. 

HYMN  53.    L.  M.        Talbot. 

A3  thy  days,  so  shall  thy  strength  be.    Deut. 

xxxiii.  25. 

1  \  FFLICTED  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Jl\.  Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond,  and  say, 
How  shall  1  stand  the  trying  day? 


AND    PROMISES.  37 

He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  tliy"days,  tliy  strength  shall  1)e. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong; 
And  if  the  conflict  should   be   long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame,  . 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name; 

In   fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Or  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss. 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty — 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue; 
He  conies  to  set  thy  spirit  free; 

And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  sliall  be. 

Fawcett 

HYMN  54.    lis.        Portuguese  Hymn. 
Exceeding'  great  and  precious  promises.    2  Pet.  1.  4. 

1  TTOW  firm  a  foundation,  5'c  saints  of  the  Lord, 
XI  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word! 
What  nwre  can  he  say  than  to  you  lie  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  In  every  condition, — in  sickness,  in  health. 
In  poverty"^  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth. 
At  home  and  niiroad,  on  tlie  land,  on  the  sea, 
"As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  disniay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  lielp  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

gtand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  liand. 

4  "  When  thro'  tlie  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless; 
And  sanctify  to  thee,  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  He, 
My  grac5  all-sufficient  shall  l>c  thy  supply; 


38  LWITATIONS 

The  flame  ehall  not  hurt  thee;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove, 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  he  borne. 

7  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
/  will  vot,  I  will  vot,  desert  to  his  foe?; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shaite, 
ril  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake!" 

HYMN  55.    8,  7,  4,        Fleming. 
Sinners  invited  to  hear. 

1  OINNERS,  will  you   scorn  the  message, 
O  Sent  in  mercy  from  above? 

Every  sentence — Oh,  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love; 

Listen  to  it— 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospd. 

News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim. 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  j-ou  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell   your  fears; 
And  with  news  of  consolation. 
Chase  away   the  falling  tears' 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grov'ling  worldlings, 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word. 
While  the  messengers  address  you. 
Take  the  warnings  they  afibrd; 

We  entreat  yon. 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford; 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed? 

Who  receiv'd   the  joyful  word? 
Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord? 

Can  you  slight  it— 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord? 


AND   PROMISES,  39 

6  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey.— ^llen. 
HYMN  5C.    C.  M,        Eastport. 
Sinners  invited. 

1  lYTOW  is  the  tinfie,  th'  accepted  hour, 
1  1   O  sinners,  come  away; 

The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

2  Oh!  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come. 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace. 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

4  Oh!   could  you  sh.un  that  dreadful  sight. 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly  .    ' 

To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  all-searching  eye? 

5  The  dead  awak'd  must  all  appear. 

And  you  among  them  stand, 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

6  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain. 

But  lend  a  list'ning^car; 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again. 
When  wrapp'd  in  keen  despair. — Couper 

HYMN  57.    L.  M.        Hebron. 
My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive.    Gen.  vi.  3. 
1  OAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
O  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul; 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  leave  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 
S  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 
Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
4 


40  INVITATIOXS 

And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  vvarn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'niy  voice, 

It   was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
It  bade  thee   make   the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  alJ. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  lijrht; 

Regard   in  time  the  warning  kind: 
That  call  thou  may'sl  not  always  slight. 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve 
May  never  hear  Ins  voice  again. 

6  Sinner— perhaps  tliis  very  day, 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be; 
Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
i  hen  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee-Hydc. 


1  QINl 


HYMN  58.    7,        JVoncicR. 
Sinner,  prepare  to  meeet   God. 
INNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
ilt  thou  still   refuse  to  pray? 


Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd! 

Awful   terrors   clothe  his  browl 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  atfrighted  hastes  to  flee, 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide. 
When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flames? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
And  our  souls  he  call'd  to  pass 
Tbxough  the  iron  gate  of  death; 


AND    PROMISES.  41 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  Improve, 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voice; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  ioys.—JVewton. 

HYMN  59.    P.  M. 

The  promised  Saviour. 

HITHER,  ye  faithful;  haste  with  songs  of  tri- 
umph, 
To  Bethlehem  go,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet; 
To  you  this  day,  is  born  a  Prince  and  Savioufi 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

2  Oh  Jesus!  for  such  wond'rous  condescension. 

Our  praise  and  our  reverence  are  an  off'ring 
meet; 
Now  is  the  word  made  flesh  arnl  dwells  among  ui^ 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

3  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels. 

Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest, 
Oh  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

HYMN  60.    P.  M. 

The  sinner  wai-ned. 

1  QTOP,  poor  sinner!  stop  and  think 
k^  Before  you  farther  go! 

Will  you  spore  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 
Once  again,  I   charge  you,  stop! 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you   are  aware,  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake! 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

W^hen  he  judgment  shall  proclsum. 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

3  Gtiaslly  death  will  quickly  come 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar; 


43  INVITATIONS 

Then  to  hear  j'our  awful  doom. 

Will  fill  you  with  despair: 
All  your  sins  will   round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud; 

And   what  can  you  reply! 

4  Tho'  your   lieart  be  made  of  steel, 

Yonr  forehead  lin'd  with  hrass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass: 
Sinners  then  in  vain   will  call, 

(Tlio'  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope 

You  may  his  merry  know; 
Tho'  his  arm  is  'if ted  iip. 

He  still  forbears  fhe  blow: 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died. 

Sinners  he  invites  to   come; 
None  wliO  come  shall  be  deny'd. 

He  says,  "There  still  is  room." 

HYMX  61.    L.  M.         Windham. 
Address  to  Sinners. 

1  QINNER,  O  why  so  tlion:;ht)e96  grown? 
i^  Why  in  such  feaiTiil  haste  to  die? 
Why  speed  thy  flight  to  worlds  unknown. 

Regardless  of  thy  destiny? 

2  Wilt  thou   defy  the  wrath  of  God, 

Led  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams? 
Madly  despise  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames? 

3  Sinner,  O   lift  thy  thoughts  above. 

And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  love — 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold! 

HYMiV  62.    8s.        J^'orthfcld. 
Riches  of  Christ.    Eph.  iii.  8. 
OW  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth? 
How  shall  I  his  beauties  delarc? 


>H 


CHRIST.  ^^ 

O  how  shall  I  speak  of  hts  worth. 
Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are/ 

2  His  angels  can  never  express, 

Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  throne, 
How  ricli  are  his  treasures  of  grace; 
O  no!  'tis  a  myst'ry  unlinown. 

3  In  him  all  the  fulness  of  God, 

For  ever  transcendantly  shines; 
The  Father's  anointed  he  stood, 
To  finish  his  glorious  designs. 

4  Tho'  once  he  was  nailed  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  set  free, 
His  glory  sustained  no  loss; 
Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 

5  O  sinner,  believe  and  adore 

The  Saviour  so  rich   to  redeem! 
No  creature  can  ever  explore 
The  treasures  of  goodness  in  bim. 

6  He,  riches  has  ever  in  store; 

And  treasures  that  never  can  waste; 
Here's  pardon— here's  grace,  yea,  and  more; 
Here's  glory  eternal  at  last.— Maxwell. 


CHRIST. 

HYMN  63.    7s.        Grant. 
Rejoicing  in  hope, 

1  /CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  king, 
VJ  As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing; 
Bin<»  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  mourning  souls  be  glad! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes. 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
Soon  you'll  eatei  iato  rest, 


W  CHRIST. 

There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd. 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
Vn  the  borders  of  your  land- 
Jesus  Christ  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go. 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYMN  64.    C.  M.       Devizes. 

The  Incarnation  of  Christ.    Luke  ii.  14. 

^  lVr°?'^^^^'  awake,  with  angels  join. ' 
ITX  And  chant  the  solemn  layf 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
io  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began. 

And  sweet  seraphic  tire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran. 
And  strung,  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd;  ' 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new. 

rwas  more  than  heaven  could   hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man.      ' 

5  Hark!  the  cherubic  armies  shout. 

And  glory  leads  tl'^  son"- 
Good-will  and  peace,  are  heard  throughout 
in   harnjonious  heavenly  throng. 

6  [O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love, 

Our  hearts  and  songs  to  raise, 

Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above, 

And  mingle   with  their  lays!] 

7  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat. 

"Glory  to  God  on  high! 
Goodwill  and  peace  are  now  complete- 
Jesus  was  born  to  die."  ^      ' 


45 

CHRIST,  ^*' 

8  Hail,  Prince  of  Life!  for  ever  hail. 

Redeemer,  brother,  f"end!  . 

Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life,  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end.— Medley. 
HYMN  65.    C.  M.        Spencer. 
The  Incarnation.       John.    i.  14. 

1  \  WAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
J\.  To  our  incarnate  Lord; 

Let  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
Adore  tli'  eternal  word. 

2  That  awful  word,  that  sovereign  power, 

By   whom  the   worlds  were  made, 
(O  happy  morn,  illustrious  hour!) 
Was  once  in  flesh  array'd! 

3  Then  shone  almishty  power  and  love 

In  all  their  glorious  forms. 
When   Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell   with  misery  below. 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe. 
That  worthless  man  might  rise, 

5  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs. 

To  hail  the  joyful  day; 
With  rapture  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

6  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due! 

With  wonder  we  adore; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do. 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor.— Steele. 

HYMN  66.    C.  M.        Albany. 
The  Redeemer's  Message.    Luke  iv.  18,  19. 
J  TjARK!  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
Jrl  The  Saviour  promis'd  long! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 
2  On  him,  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd. 
Exerts  his  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 
His  boly  breast  inspire. 
36 


46  CHRIST. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release^ 

In  Satan's  bondage  lield: 
The  gates  of  brass"  before  hmi  bunt, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  tliickoaJ  films  of  vice, 

To   clear  the  mental  ray; 
And,  on  <fee  eyes  oppress'd  with  night; 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul   to  cure; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring. 
With  tliy  beloved  name. 

HYMiV  67.    L.  M.         Ux-hridge. 

The    Humiliation,    Exaltation,    end    Triumphs    oj 

Ch7-ist.    Phil.  ii.  e,  9.    Col.  ii.  15. 

1  rpHE  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
J.   That  briglitcst  monument  of  praise. 
That  e'er  the  Ood  of  love  design'd. 
Employs  and   fills  my  laboring  mind. 

2  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue: 

When  Gabriel  sounds  these   awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 

3  Proclaim   inimitable  love! — 
Jesus,  the  Lord    of  worlds  above. 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array. 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  He,  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones. 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and   bleeds,  and  eroans; 
The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath. 
The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 

5  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power!— 
He  triumphs  in  liis  dying  hour; 
And,  while  by  Batan's  rage  he  felJ, 
He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

6  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdu'd. 
And  sin  waa  drown'd  in  Jesua'  blood: 


CHRIST.  ^ 

Then  he  arose,  and  rei?ns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love.— 'ra"*« 

HYMN  68.    C.  BI.        Stow. 

1  "p  EJOICE!  the  Lord  is  King; 
JLV  Your  God  and  Kin?  adore; 
Mortals,  eive  thanl\s  and  sing, 

And  triumpli  evermore: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Kejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  Rejoice!  the  Saviour  reisns — 

The  God  of  truth  and  love; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  scat  above: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice. 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail. 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell, 

Are  to  our  Jesus  civ'n; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

4  He  all  his  fr»cs  s>^il'  ouell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  ev'ry  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope! 

Jesus,  the  Jud?e,  shall  come, 
And   take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal   home: 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, — 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

HYMN  69.    L.  M.        Farnsitorth. 
The  Intercession  of  Christ.    Heb.  viii.  25. 
1  TTE  lives!   the  great  Redeemer  lives! 
XI  (What  joy  the  blest   assurance  gives!) 
And   now,   before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleadi  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 


48  CHRIST. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  thon,  jo  i>i<^oU  j^=,^i»;,:..g  •.u.^gutui 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful   hour. 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart. 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend- 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend: 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 

For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail.— SieeZe. 

HYMN  70.    C.  M.        Dedham. 
Christ's  Intercession  prevalent.    John  xvii.  24. 

1  A  WAKE,  sweet  gratitude!  and  sing 
J\.  Th'  ascendGd  Saviour's  love: 
Sing  how   he  lives  to  carry  on 

His  people's  cause  above. 

2  With  cries  and  tears,  he  offer'd  up 

His  humble  suit  below; 
But  with  authority  he  asks, 
Enthron'd  in  glory  now. 

3  For  all  that  comes  to  God  by  him, 

Salvation  he  demands; 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breast. 
And  spreads  his  wounded  hands. 

4  His  sweet  atoning  sacrifice 

Gives  sanction  to  his  claim: 
'•Father,  I  will  that  all  my  saints 
Be  with  me  where  I  am: 

5  "By  their  salvation,  recompense 

The  sorrows  I  endur'd; 
Just  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
And  faithful   to  thy  word." 

6  Eternal  life,  at  his  request 

To  ev'ry  saint  is  giv'n: 


49 


Safety  below,  and  after  death, 
The  plenitude  of  heav'n. — Toplady. 


HYMN.  71.    C.  M.        Litchfield. 
Christ's  Intercession   typified  by  .Maroii's  Breast- 
plate.   Ex.  xxviii.    29. 

1  "jVTOW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
J.  1   Our  great  High-Priest  above, 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 

And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  rais'd  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crown'd; 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints,  he  bears 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say, 
Thai  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns, 
Are  moulder'd  down  to   dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour!  on  my  breast, 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, — 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard. 
To  endless   ages  borne! — Doddridge. 

HYMN  72.    L.  M.        Talbot. 
Friend. 

1  "OOOIl,  weak,  and  worthless,  though  I  am, 
X    I   have  a  rich  almighty  friend; 

Jepus,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name: 
He  freely  loves,  and  without  end. 

2  He  ransom'd  me  from  hell  with  blood; 

And,  by  his  power,  my  foes  controll'd; 
He  found  me  wandering  far  from  God, 
And  brought  me   to  his  chosen  fold. 

3  He  cheers  my  heart,  my  want  supplies, 

And  says  that  I  shall  shortly  be 
Enthron'd  with  him  above  the  skies: 
Oh!  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  me! 
2N 


50  CHRIST. 

PAUSE. 

Is  this  thy  kindness  to  thy  friend?  2.  Sam.  xvl.  17. 

4  But  ah!  my  inmost  spirit  mourns; 

And  well  my  eyes  with  tears  may  swira. 
To  think  of  my  perverse  returns: — 
I've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  hira. 

5  Often  my  gracious  friend  I  grieve, 

Neglect,  distrust,  and  disobey; 
And  often  Satan's  lies  believe 
Sooner  than  all  my  friend  can  say. 
C  [He  bids  me  always  freely  come. 
And  promises  whate'er  I  ask: 
But  I  am  straighten'd,  cold,  and  dumb, 

And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 
Before  the  world,  that  hates  his  cause. 

My  treach'rous  heart  has  throbb'd  with  shame; 
Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause,  l 

I   hardly  dare  avow  his  name.] 
8  Sure,   were  not  I  most  vile  and  base, 
I  could  not  thus  my  friend  requite! 
And  were  not  he  the  God  of  grace, 
He'd  frown  and  spurn  me  from  his  sijht. 

JVewton. 
HYMN  73.    C.  M.        Coronation. 
The  Spiritual  Coronation. 

1  A  LL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name! 
XjL  Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's   rod. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race. 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall. 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord,  did  call; 

The  God  incarnate!  Man  Divine! 

And  crown  hiia  Lord  of  all. 


CHRIST.  51 

5  Sinners  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
Go,  spread  j'our  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  tliis  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  "  O,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall; 
We'll  join   the  everlasting  sonfr, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all,"— Dan  can. 

HYMN  74.    L.  M.        Hebron. 
Life  of  the  Soul.    John.  xiv.  19. 

1  TTTHEN   sins   and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

VV    And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyts — 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord? 

And  can  my  hope — my  comfort  die, 
Fix'd  on  thy  everlasting  word; 
That  word  whicli  built  the  earth  and  sky? 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives. 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell; 

Immoveable  the  promise  stands; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth,  or  hell, 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose! 

If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine. 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. — Steele. 

HYMN  75.    8,  7.        Greenville. 
Light.    Isaiah  Ix.  2. 
1  T  IGHT  of  those,  whose  dreary  dwelling, 
J-i  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death. 
Come!  and  thy  dear  self  revealing, 
Dissipato  the  douds  beneath: 


52  CHRIST.  ^ 

The  new  heav'n's  and  earth's  Creator, 
In   our  deepest  darkness  rise! 

Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature! 
Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes! 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing, 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart. 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart: 
Come,  and  manifest  tlie   favor 

Thou   hast  for  the   ransom'd  race; 
Come,  thou  dear  exalted  Saviour! 

Come,  and  bring  thy  gospel  grace. 

3  Save  us  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild  pacitic  Prince! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burden'd  soul  release; 
By  the  mfluence  of  thy  Spirit, 

Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 

HYMN  76.    C.  M.         Topsham. 
Our  Righteousness.     Jeremiah  xxiii.  6. 

1  QAVIOUR  divine!  we  know  thy  name, 
O  And  in  that  name  we  trust; 

Thou  art  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
Thou  art  thine  Israel's  boast. 

2  Guilty  we  plead  before  thy  throne. 

And  low   in  dust  we  lie. 
Till  Jesus  stretch  his  gracious  arm 
To  bring  the  guilty  nigh. 

3  The  sins  of  one  most  righteous  day 

Might  plunge  us  in  despair; 
Yet  all  the  crimes  of  num'rous  years 
Shall  our  great  Surety  clear. 

4  That  spotless  robe,  which  he  Lath  wrought. 

Shall  deck  us  all  around; 
Nor  by  the  piercing  eye  of  God, 
One  blemish  shall  be  found. 

5  Pardon,  and  peace,  and  lively  hope, 

To  sinners  now  are  giv'n; 


CHRIST.  53 

Israel  and  Judah,  soon  shall  change 

Their  wilderness  for  heav'n. 
6  With  joy  we  taste  that  manna  now, 

Thy  mercy  scatters  down; 
We  seal  our  humble  vows  to  thee, 

And  wait  the  promis'd  crown.— Doddridge. 

HYMN  77.    L.  M.        Brentford. 
Saviour— the  only  One.     Acts  iv.  12. 

1  TESUS,  the  spring  of  joys  divine, 

tJ   Whence  all  our  liopes  and  comforts  flow; 
.    Jesus,  no  other  name  but  thine 
Can  save  us  from  eternal  woe. 

2  In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 

The  way  to  happiness  and  God; 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 

Bewilder'd  in  a  dubious  road. 
2  Nor  other  name  will  heav'n   approve: 

Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way, 
Ordain'd  by  everlasting  love, 

To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Here  let  our  constant  feet  abide, 

Nor  from  the  heavenly  path  depart; 

0  let  thy  Spirit,  gracious  Guide! 
Direct  our  steps,  and  cheer  our  heart. 

5  Safe  lead  us  through  this  world  of  night. 

And  bring  us  to   the  blissful  plains, — 
The  regions  of  unclouded  light, 
Wheie  perfect  joy  for  ever  reigns.— S<ee?ff. 

HYMN  78.    S.  M.        Inverness. 
Christ,  my  Shepherd. 

1  TT7HILE  my  Redeemer's  near, 

VV    My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide; 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear, 
My  wants  are  all  supply'd. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads. 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads. 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Along  the  loveiy  scene 

Cool  waters  gently  roll, 


54  CHRIST. 

Transparent,  sweet,  and  all  serene, 
To  cheer  my  fainting  soul. 

4  Here  let  my  Spirit  rest; 

How  sweet  a  lot   is  mine! 
With  pleasure,  food,  and  safety,  blest; 
Beneficence  divine! 

5  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray. 

My  wandering  feet  restore; 
To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

6  Unworthy  as  I  am 

Of  thy  protecting  care, 
Jesus,  I  plead  thy  gracious  name. 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. — Steele. 

HYMN  79.    L.  M.        Uxlridge. 
Way  to  Canaan. 

1  TESUS,  my  all,  to  lieav'n  is  gone; 
tl   He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon! 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 

The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went. 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment; 
The  king's  hish-way  of  holiness, 

I'll  go:  for  all  his  paths  are  peace.' 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourn'd   because   I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  and  burden,  long  has  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  auainst   its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  iait  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come!  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt    take  me  to  thee  as  I  am: 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give! 
Nothing  but  lo%'e  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round. 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 

And  say— 'Behold  the  way  to  GoiV—Oennick. 


CHUIST.  85 

HYMN  8a    C.  P.  M.        Somermlle. 
TVai/y  Truth,  and  Life.     John.  xiv.  6. 

1  rpHERE  is  no  path  to  heav'niy  bliss, 
J.    Or  solid  joy,  or  lasting  peace, 

But  Christ,  th'  appointed  road: 
Oh,  may  we  tread   the  sacred    Way! 
By  faitli  rejoice,  and  praise,  and  pray, 

Till  we  sit  down  with  God! 

2  The  types  and  shadows  of  the  word 
Unite  in  Christ,  the  man,  the  Lord, 

The  Saviour  just  and  true: 
Oh,  may  we  all  his  word  believel 
And  all  his  promises  receive. 

And  all  his  precepts  do. 

3  As  he  above  for  ever  lives, 
And  Life  to  dying  sinners  gives, 

Eternal  and  divine: 
Oh,  may  his  Spirit  in  me  dwell! 
Then— sav'd   from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell— 

Eternal  life  is  mine. 

HYMN  81.    C.  M.        Marlow. 
All  in  AIL 

1  pOMPAR'D  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
v>  No  conieliness  I  see; 

The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee, 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul   convey: 
Thyself  bestow!  for  thee  alone, 
My  ALL  IN  ALL  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore: 
More  than   thyself  I  cannot  crave; 
And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Lov'd  of  my  God,  for  him  a?ain, 

With  love   intense  III  burn: 
Chosen  of  thee,  e'er  time  began, 
I'd  choose  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  Ihv  love, 

0  teach  me  to  peeijn: 


36  CHRIST. 

rm  rtch  to  afl  th'  Intents  of  bftav 
If  thou,  O  God,  an  mine. 

HYMN  62.    S.  M.        Stoningt^it, 
The  PilgrinCa  Song^ 
1  ■pROM  Eirypt  lately  freed 
Jl    By  the  Redeemer's  gracel 
A   rough  and   thorny  path  we  tread> 
In  hopes  to  see  hJ3  face. 

3  The  flesli   dislikes  the  way, 

l?ut  fiiilh  approves  it  well; 
This  only  leads  to  endless  day; 

All  others  lead  to  hell, 
B  The   proniis'd   land  of  peace, 

Faith  keeps  in  constant  view; 
How  difl'rcnt   from   the  wilderness. 

We  now  are  passing  tlnought 

4  Here  often  from  our  eyes 

Clouds  hide  the  li?ht  divine; 
There  we  shall  have  unclouded  Bkie% 
Our  sun  shall  always  shine. 

5  Here  griefs,  and  cares,  and  pains. 

And   fears,  distress  ns  sore: 
But  there  eternal   pleasure  rei^s» 

And   we  shall  weep  no  more. 
0  Lord,  ))ardon  our  comp'aints, 

We  follow  at  thy  call: 
The  joy  prepar'd  for  snffring  eainta^ 

Will  make  amends  for  all. 

HYMN.  83.    C.  M.        Ashfield, 
It  ia  Finished. 

1  ^T^IS  finish'd!  so  the   Saviour  cried, 

jL    And  meekly   how'd  his  head  and  diedj 
Tis  finish'd — yes,  the  race  is  ruti, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd— all  that  heaven  decreed. 
And  all  tl-e   ancient  propiiets  paid 

Is  now    fulrill'd,  as  was  desi^'n'd. 
In  me,  the  Saviour  or  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Slmll  vini  of  everf  kind  atonv 


cnRisT.  87 

Millions  ghall  be  redeem'd  from  death. 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breatli. 

4  'Tis  finish'd— heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  asain, 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

5  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice. 
May  well  my  hope  revive; 

If  God's  own  Son  thus   bleeds  and  dies. 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. — Stennett. 
HYMN  84.    11.  8.    Part  I,        Oakham. 
'  Description  of  Christ. 

1  /^  THOU,  in  whose  presence 
\J  My  soul  takes  delight. 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 

My  comfort  by  day. 

And  my  song  in  the  night. 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Resort  with  thy  slicep, 

To   feed  on  tiie   pastures  of  level 

For   why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  hi  the  wilderness  rove? 

3  O  why  should  I  wander 
An  alien  from  thee. 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread: 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice. 

When  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  tliat  on  Israel  shone? 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  Beloved   has  been. 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone? 

5  This  is  my  Beloved, 
His  form  is  divine. 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around; 

The  locks  on   his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 


58  CHRIST.  J 

6  The  roses  of  Sharon,  ^ 


The  lilies  that  grow, 
In  the  vales,  on  the  banka  of  the  streanWf 

On  his  cheek,  in  the  beauty 

Of  excellence  blow — 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

HYMN  65.    11.  8.    Part  II.        Oakham. 
Description  of  Christ. 

1  TTIS  voice,  as  the  sound 
jn  Of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death. 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 

Bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

2  His  lips  as  a  fountain 
Of  righteousness  flow. 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace, 

From   which  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

3  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids, 
And  scatters  delight 

Thro'  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high: 

Their  faces  the  cherubinis 

Veil  in  his  sisht. 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

4  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word; 

He  speaks,  and  eternity 

Fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

5  His  vestment    of  righteousness. 
Who  shall  describe? 

Its  purity,  words  would  defile; 

The  heav'ns  from   his  presence 
*"  Fresh  beauties  imbibe. 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  sniUe. 

6  Such  is  my  beloved. 
In  excellence  bright, 

When  pleas'd  lie  looks  down  from  abore, 


I 


CHRIST.  59 

Like  the  morn  when  he  breathea 
From  the  chambers  of  liglit, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  lovo. 

HYMN  86.    C.  M.    Part  in.        Oakham. 
Description  of  Christ. 

1  T>UT   when  arm'd  with  vengeance, 
J3  In  terror  he  comes, 

The  nations  rebellious  to  tame, 

The  reigns  of  omnipotent 

Power  he  assumes, 
And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame. 

2  A  two-edged  sword 

From  his  mouth  issues  forth. 
Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes, 

He  speaks,  and  black  tempests 

Are  seen  in  the  north. 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

3  Ten  tlion?and  destructions, 
That  wait  for  his  word. 

And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 

Fly  swift  as  the  wind 

At  the  nod  of  their  Lord, 
And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 

4  His  cloud-bursting  thunders 
Their  voices  resound. 

Through  all  the  vast  regions  en  high; 

'Till   from  the  deep  centre 

Loud  echoes  shall  rebound, 
And  meet  the  quick   flame  in  the  sky; 

5  The  portals  of  hcav'n 
At   his  bidding  obey. 

And  expand  ere  his  "banner  appears; 
Earth   trembles   beneath, 
'Till  her  mountains  give  way, 

And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 

6  When  he  walks  on  the  clouds, 
As  the  dust  of  his  feet. 

And  grasps  tlie  big  storm  in  his  hand, 

What  eye,  tlie  fierce  glance 

Of  his  anger  shall  meet. 
Or  who  In  his  presence  shall  stan'' ' 


60  CHRIST. 

HYMN  87.    83.       J^orthampton, 
Longing  for  Christ, 

1  TTOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  houra, 
Xl  When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  l>irds,  and  sweet  flow^ersij 
Have   lost  all  their  sweetness  to  ine; 

Tlie  midsummer  sun  shines   hut  dmi, 
The   fields  strive  in  vain   to  look  gay; 

But  wlien  I  am   happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as   May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And   sweeter  than   nmsic  liis  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And   makes  all   within   me   rejoice: 
I  should  were  he  always  thus  nigh. 

Have  notliing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No   mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  heho'dinj^  his  face. 

My  all   to  his  pleasure  resign'd; 
No  chances  of  Si^ason  or  place 

Would   make  any  chaniL'e  in  my  mind: 
While  biess'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace,  a  toy   would  appear; 
And    prisons   would  palaces  prove, 

If  Josus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and   my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I   languish  and  pine? 
And  vvhy  are  my   wMulers  so  long? 

0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky. 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore: 

Or  take   me  to  th.ee  up  on  lii^h. 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

HYMN  63.    C.  M.        Dedham. 
Lord,  remember  mc, 

1  TESUSI  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 
•J    As  such  I  look  to  thee; 

Now  in  the  howels  of  thy  love, 
Ob,  Lord!  remember  me. 


cHRrST.  61 

3  Eemember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 
Remember  Calvary; 
Kememlier  all  tliy  dying  groans. 
And  then   remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous   Advocate  with  God! 

I   j-ioia   nivself  to  tiiee; 
Whiie  tliou   an  suiin-  ^i  thy  throne. 
Oh,  Lord!   remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy   salvation's  free; 
Then,  in   thy  all-abounriin?  grace, 
Oh,  Lord!  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er   fors-aken   o.-  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppress'd   I   be, 
Howe'er  afflicted   here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And   when   I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature   helps  all  flee. 
Then,  oh,  my  great  Redeemer,  God, 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

HYMN  89.    lis,  4s,  S^  7s.        WeUon. 

If  lifes  pleasures  charm  thee. 

1  TF  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not  thy 
A        heart. 

Lest  the  cift  ensnare  thee,  from  thy  God  to  part; 
His  favor  seek,  his   praises  speak, 

Fix  here  thy  hope's   foundation; 
Serve  him,  and   he  will  ever  be 

The   Rock   of  thy  salvation. 

2  If  distress   befall  thee,  painful  ihonjih  it  he. 
Let  not  ffrief  appal  thee;  to   thy   Saviour  flee: 

He  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will   hear. 

And  calm   thy   purturbalion: 
The  waves  of  wo,  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

3  When  eartli's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not  distress, 
Better  comforts  wait  tliee;  Christ  will  freely  bless; 

To  Jesus  fee;   thy  prop  he'll  be. 

Thy  heavenly  consolation: 
For  griefs  below,  cannot  o'erthro# 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation 
37 


63  CHRIST. 

4  Dangers  may  approach  thee— let  them  not  alarm; 
Christ  will   ever  watch  thee,  and  protect  from 
harm; 
He  near  thee  stands,  with  mighty  hands. 

To  ward  off  each  temptation; 
To  Jesus  fly,  he's  ever  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  ^.ii^/^tjo... 
3  Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from  his 
blow, 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  victory  bestow; 
For  death  shall  bring  to   thee  no  sling, 

The  grave,  no  desolation: 
'Tis  gain  to  die,  with  Jesug  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

HYMN  90.     L.  M.         Ward. 
The  Leadings  of  the  Spirit.    Rom.  viii.  14. 

1  /^OME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
Kj  With  light  and  comfort  from  above; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide! 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside, 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rii'es  must  give. 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display. 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  the  way; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we   from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness, — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ, — the  living  way; 
Kor  let  U3  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  he  blest; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

HYMN  91.    L.  M.        Augusta. 
The  Spirit's  Influences  compared  to  living  Water. 
1  TJLESS'D  Jesus,  source  of  grace  divine, 
JD  What  Botil-refreshing  streams  are  tkinol 


FAITH.  63 

Oh,  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 
Or  we  must  droop,  and  fail,  and  die. 

2  No  traveler  throuiih  desert  lands, 

'Midst  scorching  suns,  and  burning  sands. 
More  needs  the  current  to  obtain, 
Or  to  enjoy  refreshing  rain. 

3  Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing. 
Spring  up,  celestial  Fountain,  springl 
To  a  redundant  river  flow, 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below. 

4  May  this  blest  torrent  near  my  side, 
Through  all  the  desert  gently  glide; 
Then  in   Inimanuel's  land  above, 

Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love! — Doddridge, 

HYMN  92.    S.  M.        Olmutz. 
Prayer  to  God,  the  Spirit.    John  xiv.  26. 

1  i^OME,  holy  Spirit,  come, 
Kj  Let  thy  bright  beams  arise: 
Dispel   the  sorrow  from  our  minds — 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our   sin; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 
And   to  our   wond'ring  view  reveal 
The   secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  droopins  faith; 

Our  doubts  and   fears  remove. 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to   cleanse  the  heart — 

To   sanctify   the  soul — 
To  pour  fresh   life   in  ev'ry  part. 
And   new-create  the   whole. — Hart. 

FAITH. 

HYMN  33.    S.  M.        Dov^. 
Faithi 
1  'C'AITH!— 'tis  a  precious  grace, 
A.    Where'er  it  is  bestowed!  % 

It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth,  -; 

And  is  the  gift  of  Godi 


64  FAITH. 

2  Jesus  tt  owns  a  kin^, — 

An  all-atoning  Priest: 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Clirist. 

3  To  him  it   leads  tlie  soul, 

When  fill'd    with   deep  distrf«s; 

Flies  to  tile  fountain  of  his  hlnod, 

And  trusts   his   rigliteousness. 

4  Since,  'tis  thy  work  alone, 

And   tiiat  divinely   free; 
Lord,  semi   the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  work  this  faitli  in  me! — Beddome, 

HYMN  94.    L,  M.         Uxbridge. 
Covfidence  in  the  Saviour. 

1  "TTTHTLE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

VV    To  see  the   work  of  God  decline, 

Methousht  I   heard  the  Saviour    say — 

"Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "Though  for  a  time  I  iiide  my  face, 

Rely   upon   my  love  and  pow'r: 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

And   wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "Take  down  thy  long   neglected   harp, 

I've  seen  thy  tears  and   heard  thy  pray'r. 
The  whiter  season  has  iieen  siiarp, 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  ohey, — my  liopes  revive; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing; 
Our   foes  in  vain  against  us  strive. 
For  God  will  help,  and  triumph  bring. 

HYMN  95.    Es.        JVorthampton, 
Faith  Triumphing: 
1    A    DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone,— 
J\.  Of  covenant  mercy  I  sing, 
Nor  fear  with  thy  riahteoiisness  on, 
My   person  and  offerings  to  bring: 
The  terrors  of  law  and  of  God 

With  me  can   have  nothing  to  do, 
My  Saviour's  obedience  and  blood, 
Hide  all  lay  Uunsgrcssions  from  view. 


FAITH.  ( 

Q  The  work  which  his  goodness  began,  ""  ' 
The  arm   of  his  strength  will  complete; 
His  promise  is  Yea  and  Amen, 
And  never  was  forfeited  yet: 
Things  future,  nor  things  that  are  now,— 

Not  all  things  below   nor  above. 

Can  make   him  his  purpose   forego, 

Or  sever  my  soul  from  his  love. 

3  My  name,  from  the  palms  of  his  hands, 

Eternit}'  will  not  erase; 

Impress'd  on   his  heart,  it  remains 

In   marks  of  indellihle  grace. 
Yes!  I  to"  the  end  shall  endure. 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given; 
More  happy,  but  not  more  secure, 
The  glorify'd  spirits  in  heaven. 
HYMxV  96.    S.  M.        Olmutz. 
Weak  Believers  Evcouraged. 

1  "VT'OUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

JL       own  from   the  willows  take; 
Lou.,  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Bid  everj'  string  awake. 

2  Though  in   a   foreign  land, 

V'^'fre  not  far  from   home; 
A;iu  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace,  shall   to  the   end, 

Stronger   and  brighter  shine; 
Nor  prespnt  things,  nor  things  to  come. 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  The  time  of  love  will   come. 

When  we    sliall   clearly  see 
Not  only  that   he  shed   his  blood. 
But  each  shall  say,  "for  me." 

5  Tarry   his  leisure,  then; 

Wait,  the  appointed  hour; 
Wait,  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  BOUls, 

Reveal  his  love  with   power. 
€  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God! 

That  stays  himself  on  thee! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation.  Lord' 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


66  TATTtL 

HYMN  07.    L.  M.       Duke  Street. 
Faith  connected  with  Salvation.    Rom.  1.  16 
I  lyrOT  by  the  laws  of  innocence 
J.  1   Can   Adam's  sons  arrive  at  heav'n; 
New   works  can  give  us  no  pretence 
To  have  our  ancient  sins  forgiv'n. 
S  Not  the  best  deeds  tliat  we  liave  done, 
Can  make  a  wounded  conscience   whole: 
Faith  is  the  grace,— and  faith  alone. 
That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  soul: 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  lieav'nly  word! 

Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renew'd: 
I  mourn  for  sin,  and  trust  the  Lord, 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  subdu'd. 

4  O  may  thy  grace  its  pow'r  display! 

Let  guilt  and  death  no   longer  reign; 
Save  me  in  thine  appointed   way, 
Nor  Jet  my  humble  faith  be  xainl—Watts. 

HYMN  93.    C.  M.        Putney. 
Holy  Fortitude.    1  Cor.  xvi,  13. 

1  A  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
J\  A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear   to  own  his  caUit, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  throvigh  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face; 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  enJure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


FAITH.  67 

8  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rfee, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine.— Watts. 

HITMN  99.    S.  M.        Souihfield. 
Rejoicing  in  the  Ways  of  Qod.     Ps.  cssxviii.  5. 

1  "jVTOW  let  our  voices  join 
xS   To  form  a  sacred   song; 

Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With   music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 

How  open   and   how  fair! 
No   lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our   feet; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  tlie  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies 

5  All  honor  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  sliining  way! 
To  him  who  leads  the  wanderers  on. 
To  realms  of  endless  day! 

HYMN  lOO.    C.  M.        Spencer. 
Knowledge  at  present  Imperfect.    1.  Cor.  xviii.  9. 

1  rpHY  way,  O  God!  is  in  the  sea, 
X   Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace: 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thy  unbounded  grace. 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 

My  captive  soul  surround, 

Mysterious  deeps  of  Providence, 

My  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

8  When  I  behold  thy  awful  hand 

My  earthly  hopes  destroy; — 

In  deep  astonishment  I  stand, 

And  ask  the  reason,  why? 


©  FAITH. 

4  As  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love; 
How  litule  do  I  know  of  thee. 
Or  of  the  joyg  above! 

5  Tis  hut  in   part  I  know  thy  will; 

I  hiess  thee   for  the  sight: 
When   will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In    glory's  clearer  light? 

6  With  rapture  sliall   I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and   grace; 
And  spend   an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. — Fatccett. 

HYMN  101.    5s,  Cs,  S(  9s.        Rowley. 
How  happy  are  they. 

1  TTOVV  happy  are  thej', 
XX  Who  the  Saviour  obey. 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  aboveP 
Tongue  cannot   express 
The  sweet  comfort  and   peace. 

Of  a  soul  in   its  earliest  love! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the   favor  divine, 

I  first  found  in   the  blood   of  the  Lamb; 

When   my  heart  it  believed. 

What  a  joy  I  received. 
What  a  heav'n  in  Jesus's  name 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below. 
My  Redeemer  to  know; 

The  angels  could   do  nothing  more. 
Than  fall  down  at  liis  feet, 
And   the  story   repeat, 

And   the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was   my  joy  and   my  song: 

O,  that  ail   his  salvation  might  eeei 
He  hath  loved   me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  sutl'er'd  and   died, 

To  redeem  a  poor  rebel  like  meu 

5  O  the   rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Wbich  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  bloodt 


Of  my  Saviour  possest, 
I  was  perfectly  blest, 
A3  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

HYMN  102,    8s.  ^  7s.        Worthing. 
Bartimeus, 
1  t;Tl/rERCY,  O   thou  Son  of  David!" 
IVJL  Thus  Mind  Bartimeus  pray'd; 
*' Others  hy  thy   word  are  saved, 
"Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 
fi  Many  for  his  crying  rhid   him. 
But. he  cali'd  the  louder  still: 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  hid  hira 
"  Come,  and  ask   me  what  you  will." 
3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Tliou;^h  by  bessin?  used   to  live; 
But   he  ask'd,  and   Jesus  granted 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 
4**  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness. 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day!" 
Straight   he  saw,  and   won   by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the   way. 

5  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all   around; 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazingi 
What  a  Saviour  I   have  found! 

6  "Oh!  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him. 

And  would  be  advised  by  me! 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him. 
He  would  cause  tliera  all  to  see." 


LOVE. 

HYMN  103.    C.  M.        .Arlington. 
Delight  in  God.     Psalm,  xxxvii.  4. 
1  r\  LORD!  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
v^  And  on  thy  care  depend; 
To  thee  in  every  troulile  flee*. 
My  best,  my  only  friend, 
fi  When  all  created  streams  are  flry'll. 
Thy  fulness  is  the  same; 


70  LOVE. 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfy'd, 
And  glory  in  thy  name! 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan. 

Who  has  a  fountain  near; 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run. 
With  waters  swe*^t  and  clear? 

4  No  ffood  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee; 
I  must  liave  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God   is  God  to  me. 

5  Oh,  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within   the  veil; 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith. 
Whose  word  can  never  fail! 

6  He,  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure. 

Will  here  all  good  provide: 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor; 
Wl)at  can  I  want  beside? 

7  O  Lord!  I  cast  my  care  on  thee; 

I  triumph  and  adore: 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more.— Ryland. 

HYMN  104.    7s.        Jforwich. 
Lovest  thou  me?    John  xxi.  16. 

1  ^nniS  a  point  I  lopg  to  know, 

X   Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought- 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I   his,  or  am  I  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and   lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can   they  be  worse 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  [Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain; 

Prayer  a  task  and   burthen  prove; 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain; 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love?] 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and   wild; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin;— 
Can  I  deem  myself  r  child? — 


71 


LOVE. 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
TeU  mc,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

6  Ye'.  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

F.nd  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall: 
Should  T  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  1  did  not  love  at  all? 

7  [Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet; 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd; 
Find,  at  times  the  promise  sweet; 
If  I-  did  not  love  the  Lord?] 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  peoples'  sun, 
Shine   upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 

If  I  love  at  all,  I   pray! 
If  I  have  not  lov'd   before. 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. — J^ewton. 
HY'MN  105.     8s.        Northampton. 
Supreme  Love  to  Christ. 

1  TV/fY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love! 
IVX  His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with   the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name: 
To  gaze  on   his  glories  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
And   feel  them  incessantly   shine. 

My  boundless  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeem'd,  with  his  blood. 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell; 
To  shine  with  the  ansels  of  light; 

With  saints,  and  with  seraphs  to  sing; 
To  view,  with  eternal  delight. 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 

3  In  Meshech,  as  yet,  I  reside, 

A  darksome  and  restless  abod^! 
Molested  with  foes  on  each  side. 
And  longing  to  dwell  with  my  Godi 
Q 


72  lovK, 

Oh,  when  shall  my  spirit  exchange 
This  cell  of  corruptihle  clay, 

For  mansions  celestial,  and   rancre 
Through  realms  of  inelfable  day '-Franc** 

HYMX  106.    83.        Xorthamptcn. 
Supreme  Loce  to  Christ. 

1  TVTY  glorious  Redeemer!  I  long 

It-1  To  see   tliee  descend   on   Uie  cloud, 
Amidst  tl.-e   hri^lit  nunilierless  thron<r, 

And   mix  uitli  the  triumpliina  crowd: 
Oh,  when   wilt   thou  lid  me  ascend, 

To  join   in  thy   praises  above. 
To  jraze  on  thee,  world   without  end. 

And  feast  on  thy  ravishing  love? 

2  Nor  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  nor   pain, 

Nor  sin,  nor  temptation,  nor  fear, 
Shall  ever  molest  me  airain. 

Perfection  of  jilory   rei-ins  there: 
This  soul  and  this  liody  shall   shine 

In   robes  of  salvation   and  praise. 
And  banquet  on   [)leasures  divine, 

Where  God,  his  full  beauty  displays. 

3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and   crowns. 

Your   pride   with  disdain   I  survey; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 

And  pass  in  a  moment  away: 
The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  oiushine; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, — 

My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mma.-Francis, 

HYMN  107.    S.  M        Olney 
Love  to  the  Brethren, 
I  "OT^EST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Jj  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love! 
The   fellowship  of  kindred  minds, 
Is  like  to  that  above. 
9  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers? 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  Onev— 
Our  comforts  and  our  carea. 


1 


LOVE,  73 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual   burdens  hear: 
And  often   for  each   other   flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When   we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
But  we  shall  still   be  join'd   in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  asain. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  couraire   by  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives. 
And.  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall   be   free: 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign, 
Through  all  eternity. — Fawcett. 


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HYMN  108.    7s.        Grant. 

Lovest  thou  Me?    John  xxi.  16. 

RK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord; 


'Tis   my   Saviour,  liear   his  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee: 
"  Sf>y,   poor   sinner,  lov'st  thou  nie? 

2  "I   deliver'd   thee,  'vhen   bound. 

And,  when  wounded  lieal'd  thy  wound, 
Fousrht  thee  wand'rincr,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness   into  light. 

3  "Can  a  woman's  tender  rare 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare?^ 
Yes,  she   may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I   remember  thee, 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchaiiijins:  love, 
Hiizher  than    the   heiu^hts  above; 
Deeper  than   the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and   faithful— strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  Shalt  see  my  elory  soon, 
When   the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?'*^ 

6  Lord,  it  is  my    chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 


74  LOVE. 

Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

0  for  grace  to  love  thee  luorei—CoKiper. 

IIYMN  109.     L.  M.         Tatnal. 
The  Hope  of  the  Believer. 

1  /~\  MAY  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
\J  The  saints  in   full  prosperity; 

To  see  the  bright,  the  yhtfring   hride, 
Close  seated  by  her  Saviour's  side. 

Hallelujah. 

2  O  may  I  find  some  humble  seat, 
Beneatii  my  dear  Redeemer's  feet; 
A  servant  as  l)efore  I've   been. 
And  sing  salvation  to  my  king. 

Hallelujah. 

3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home. 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem. 

Hallelujah. 

4  I'll  praise  my  maker  while  I've  breath, 

1  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

Hallelujah. 

5  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home. 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come; 
Sweet  angels  beckon   me  a%vay, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 

Hallelujah. 

6  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
Awake  ye   nations  under  ground: 
Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
And  meet  king  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

Hallelujah. 

T  Then  shall  I  sec  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in   his  bright  abode; 
My  theme  through   all  eternity, 
Sliall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

Hallelujah. 


LOVE.  75 

(HYMN  110.    C.  M.        Bolton. 
Pleasures  of  Christian  Love. 
I  TTOW  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sigh^ 
XI  When  those  who  love  tlie  Lord, 
In  one  another's   peace  dehght, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word: — 
S  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And   with  hiin  bear   a  part: 
Wlien  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye. 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: — 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Out  wishes  all   above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love! 

4  Let  love  in  one  delitrhtful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain,  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven,  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. — Swai}i. 

HYMN  111.    L.  M.        JVatjne. 
The  Happy  Choice. 

1  /^H,  happy  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice, 
\J  On  thee  my  Saviour,  and  my  God; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh,   happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him   who  merits  all   my"  love! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house. 

While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine: 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on. 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  Now  rest — my  long-divided  heart — 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest — 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 
Her«  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 


76  REPENTANCE, 

5  High  heaven,  tliat  liears  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  slwll  daily  hear: 
Till  in  life's  latest   hour   I   how, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


MEEKNESS. 

HYMN  112.     S.  M.        Lockport. 
The  Meek  beautified  with  Salvation.     Ps.  cxllx.  4 

1  "IT'E  humble  souls,  rejoice, 

J     And  checrlul   praises  sing! 
Wake  all  your  harmony  of  voice; 
For  Jesus  is  your  king. 

2  That  meek  and  lowly  Lord, 

Whom  here  your  souls  have  known, 
Pledges  the  honor  of  his  word, 
T'  avow  you  for  his  own. 

3  He  brings  salvation  near. 

For  which  his  blood   was  paid! 
How  beauteous  shall  your  souls  appear^ 
Thus  sumptuously  array'd! 

4  Sins!  for  the  day  is  iiich, 

When   near  your  Saviour's  seat, 
The  tallest  sons  of  pride  shall  lie 
The  footstool  of  your  feet. 

5  Salv;ition,  Lord,  is  thine. 

And  all  thy  saints  roiifesf. 
The  royal    robes,  in   which  they  shine. 
Were  wrought  by  sovereign  prare. 

Doddridge. 


REPENTANCE. 

HYMN  113.    C.  M.        Patmos. 
Ood  hath  comma>;aed  all  Men,  every  where  to 

Repent.     Acts  xvii.  30. 
1  ""DEPENT!"  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Xv  Nor  longer  dare  delay: 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate,  dies? 
And  meets  a  fiery  dayi 


REPENTANCE.  T7 

2  No  more  the  sovereijjn  eye  of  God, 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 
His  heralds  are  dispatch'd  abroad, 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Totrether  in  his  presence  bow, 

And   all  your  guilt  confess; 
Embrace  the  blessed   Saviour   now, 
Nor  triiie  with   his  grace. 

4  Bow,  e'er  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And   call   you  to   his  bar: 
For  mercy   knows  tlie  appointed  bound, 
And-turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love!  that  yet  will  call. 

And   yet   prolong  our  days! 
Our  hearts  subdued  by  goodness  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  i)ra\se.— Doddridge, 

HYMN  114.    C.  M.        Eastport. 
The  Penitent. 

1  ■pHOSTRATE,  dear  Jesus!  at  thy  feet 
X     A  guilty   re'r.e]  lies; 

And  upwards  to  the  mercy  seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh,  let  not  justice  frown   me  hence; 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm: 
Forbid   it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm! 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow   would  suffice. 

To  pay   the  debt  I   owe, 
Tears  should  from   both   my  weeping  eyes 

In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 
i  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed; — 

No   blood,  but  thou   hast  spilt. 
5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive: 
Justice  will   well  approve  the  word 

That  bids  the  sinner  live.— Stennett. 


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78  REPENTANCE. 

HYMN  115.    C.  M.        Albany. 
Penitence  and  Hope. 

1  "pvEAR  Saviour!   when  my  thoughta  recal,  <- 
-L'  Tlie  wonders  of  tliy  grace, 

Low  at   thy  leel  aslianiM  I   fall, 
And    hide  this   wretched  face. 

2  Shall   love  like  thine  he  thus  repaid? 

Ahl    vile  ungrateful   heart! 
By  earth's   low   cares  detain'd— betray'd 
FroHi  Jesus  to  depart. — 

3  From  Jesus, — who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace  and  rest: 
When  absent  from   my  Lord,   I  live 
Unsatisfy'd,  unblest. 

4  But  he  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores: 
He  bids  the  mourning   heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5  Oh,   while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind   forgiving  word, 
With   pity  in  thine  eye! 

6  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy   face; 
And  grateful  own   how  kind,  how  sweet. 
Thy  condescending  grace. — Steele. 

HYINLM  116.    C.  M.        Lebanon. 
.Anxious  Inquiry. 
1  "IVTY  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 
IVX  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 
The  tempter  tells  me  yet  to  wait. 
Or  frights  my  soul  away, 
8  In   painful   donht  what  course  to  try,— 
I  fear  this  long  delay, — 
And  nmst  I   limrer  here  and  die, 
Asham'd  to  ask  the  way? 
3  Ye  Christian  pilgrims,  can  ye  tell 
A  stranger  to  the  road, 
The  way  that  leads  to  Zion'3  hill, 
To  find  a  pard'ning  God? 


BJiriLiNTAKOlS.  79 

HYMN  117.    L.  M.        Sunderland. 

The  Christian  awakened — "  What  trmst  I  do  to  hS 

saved?"    Acts  ix.  6. 

1  TTTITH  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 

VV    My  guilty  soul   for  mercy  cries; 
What  shall  I  do,  or  whither  flee, 
T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me? 

2  Till  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh; 
I   liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die; 
Wrapt  up  in   self-deceit  and  pride- 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cry'd. 

3  But  when.  Great  God!  thy  light  divine, 
Had  shone  on   this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
Then  I  beheld,  with  treniiiiing  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears. 

In  childhood,  youth,  and  grov/ing  yearsi 
Before  thy  pure  discerning  eye, 
Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue. 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

6  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name? 

To  him  I  look  and  humbly  cry, 

"O  save  a  wretch  condemned  to  die!" 

Faiccett. 

HYMN  118.    8s.  7s.        Sicilian  Hymn. 

Supplicating — Jesus,  thou  Son  of  David,  have 

mercy  on  me. 

1  TESUS!  full  of  all  compassion, 

*l    Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 

Let  me  know  thy   great  salvation: 

See!  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  oh,  send  me  quick  relief! 


80  Rt;^•J:.ISTA^CE. 

8  [Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flyfngk 
But  to   liim  who  comfort  gives? 
Wliither,  from   the  dread   of  dying, 
But  to  liiin  who  ever  lives?] 

4  [While  I  view  thee,  wounded,  grieving^ 

Breathless  on  the  cursed   tree. 
Fain  I'd   feel  my  heart  believing. 
Thai  tliou  suiler'dst  thus  for  ine. 

5  With   tliy  rigiHjousness  and  Spirit, 

I  am   more  llian   angels  Iilesl; 
Keir  wiili  thee,  all  thin^rs  inherit, 
Peace,  and  joy,  and  endless  rest. 

6  Without    thee,  the    world    possessing, 

I  should   lie  a  wretch   undone; 
Search  throuiih  heaven,  the  land  of  blessing» 
Seeking  good,  and  linding  none.] 

7  Hear  then,  blessed  Saviour,  hear  me! 

My  soul  cleaveth  to  the  dust; 
Send  the  comforter  to  cheer  me; 
Lo!  in  thee  I   put  my  trust. 

8  On  the  word  tliy  blood  hath  sealed, 

Hangs   my  everlasting  all; 
Let  thy   arm    be  now   revealed: 
Stay.''  oil  slay  nie  lest  I  (aW.—Tiimef 

HYMN  119.    C.  M.        Corwen. 
Affliction   Sanctified. 

1  A  FFLICTIONS,  tho'  they  seem  severe, 
J\  Tn   merry   oft  are  sent, 

They  storip'd  the  prodiiral's  career, 
And   caus'd    liim   to  re])ent. 

2  Altliouch   he  no  relentines  felt, 

Till  he  had  spent    his  stove. 
His  stnMiorn   heart  beiran   to   melt. 
When   famine  pinched   him   sore. 

3  "What  have  I  ^ain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"Hut   huiiu'er,  slanie  and   fear? 
My  fathers  house  almumls  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "I'll  go  and  tell  Iiim  all  I've  done. 

Fall  down  befor«  his  face, 


repenTaJtce.  81 

Unworthy  to  he  call'd  his  son, 
I'Jl  seek  a  servant's  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 

He  saw,  and   ran,  and  sniifd; 
Tlien  tiirew  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rclieliious  child, 

6  "Father   I've  sinn'd,  hut  O!  forgive,"— 

"  Enough,"  the  father  said, 
"I?ejoife,  mj'  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom   I  mourn'd  as  dead. 

7  "iVow  iQt  tlie  fatted  calf  he  slain, 

Go  spread   llie  news  around, 
BIy  sun  was  dead,  but  lives  ajain; 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis   tlius  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call   poor  sinners  home; 
More  than  a  fatlier's  love  he  feels, 
Ard  welcomes  all  that  come. 

HYMN  120.    C.  M.        Marlow. 
LooMvg  at  the  Cross. 

1  TN  evil,  long  I  took  delight, 

X  Unavv'd  by  shame  and" fear; 
Till  a  new  olject  struck  my  sight; 
And  siopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  of  blood; 
He  fix'd   his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

iShall   I   forget  that  look, 
He  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  ovvn'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins,  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there, 

5  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 
2P 


83  COSFlDEN'Clk 

6  A  second  look  he  gave  which  BaW^ 

I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  pald{ 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live. 

7  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  Joy, 

My  spirit  now  was  fillVi, 
That  I  sliould  such  a  life  destroy. 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  121.    L.  5T.         Ward. 
The  Sinners  Rclur:i  to  Christ. 
lETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart; 
His  pitying  eves  thy  grief  discern. 

His  hand  shall  heal  thy  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live, 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet  and  learn 
How   freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear; 
'Tis  God  who  says  "  No  longer  mourn, 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 


R^ 


CONFIDENCE. 

HYMN  122.    C.  M.         Spencer. 

It  is  the  Lord— Jet  him  do  what  secmeth  good. 

1  Sam.  iii.  13. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord — enthron'd  in  light, 
A  Whose  claims  are  all  divine; 
Who  has  an  undisputed   right 

To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord— should  I  distrust. 

Or  contradict  his  will, 
Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just, 
And  must  be  righteous  still? 


COKFIDE^TCE.  83 

3  It  te  ttie  Lord— who  gives  me  all 

My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease; 
And  of  his  bounties,  may  recal 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

4  It  is  the  Lord— who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load; 

From  whom,  assistance  I   obtain 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 

HYMN  123.    C.  M.        Spencer. 

It  is  the  Lord — let  him  do  what  seemeth  good. 

1  Sam.  iii.  18. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  —whose  matchless  skill, 
JL  Can  from  afflictions  raise, 

Matter  eternity  to   fill 
With  ever-growing  praise. 

2  It  is  the  Lord— my  cov'nant  God, 

Thrice  blessed  be  his  name! 
Whose  gracious  promise  seal'd  with  blood 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

3  His  covenant  will  my  soul  defend, 

Should  nature's  self  expire. 
And  the  great  Judge  of  AH  descend 
In  awful  flames  of  fire! 

4  And  can  my  soul  with  hopes  like  these, 

Be  sullen  or  repine? 
No,  gracious  God!  take  what  thou  please, 
To  thee  I  all  resign, 

HYMN  124.    L.  M.        Uzhridge. 

T^USt  and  Confidence;  or,  Lool-ing  beyond  present 

Appearances.     Heb,  iii.  17,  18. 

1  A  WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear; 

J\  Let  fear  in  me  no  more  take  place; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear; 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face: 
But  shall  I  therefore    let  him  go. 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  nol 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield- 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny,  - 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil 


g4  CONFIDENCB. 

The  withering  fig  tree  droop  and  dte. 

The  field  illurie  the  tiller's  toil— 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford— 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race; 
Yet,  I   wilt  triumph   in   the  Lord!— 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise! 

3  Away,  each  nr.'ie'.ieving  fear! 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place; 
My   Saviour  will  at   lenstli  appear. 

And  show  the  briclaness  of  his   fare; 
Though   now  my   prosperts  all  he  cross  d. 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  oft  I  see, 
Yet  will  I   in  my  Saviour  trust. 

And  glory  that  hn  diod  for  ine. 

4  In  hope— believins  asainst  ho^e— 

His   promis'd  mercy   will   I    claim; 
His  jiracious  word  shall  hear  me  up 

To  seek  salvation  in  his  name; 
Soon  my   dear  Saviour,  brin-  it  nijih! 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind 
On   %vin"s  of  love  mount  up  on  hish. 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind 

HYMN  12.5.    7s.        Orant. 
Sin  Bewailed. 

1  r^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
L>  Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray  r; 
He  himself  has  hid  thee  pray, 

Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden   I   begin; 
Lord!  remove  tliis  load   of  sin! 
Let  thy  blood,   for  sinners  spilt, 
i^t  my  conscience  free  from  guilt, 

3  Lord!  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my   breast, 
There  thy  sov'reisn  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew; 

Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith,  t^.^.,^ 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death.-JVwtffH. 


CONFIDEN'CB*  8f 

HYMJSr  128.    C.  M.        Funolt. 
Bearing  the  Ci-os3.    Mark  viL'.  38. 

1  TTvIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 
JlJ  And  bear  the  cross  for  me? 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  thy  disciple  be? 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  shouM  dread 

To  suffer  shame  or  loss; 
Oh,  let  me  in  iliy  footsteps  tread. 
And   glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  .my  soul   with  life  divine, 

And   holy  courase  bold; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
rs'or  love,  nor  zeal   grow  cold. 

4  Say  to  my  soul,  "Why  dost  thou  fear 

The  face  of  feeble  clay? 
Behold  thy  Saviour  ever  near, 
Will  guard   thee  in  the  way." 

5  Oh,  how  my  soul  wr>uld  rise  and  run. 

At  this  reviving  word: 
Nor  any  painful  sutf'rings  shun, 
To  follow   thre,  my  Lord. 

6  Let  sinful  men  reproach,  defame. 

And   call  thee  what  they  will, 
If  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 

And  be  thy  servant  still. — Kirkhavu 

HYMN  127.    C.  M.        Paxton. 
Fear  J\''ot. 

1  "\7^  trembling  souls!  dismiss  your  fears; 

jL    Be  mercy  all  your  theme: 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river,  flows 
lu  one  continued   stream. 

2  Fear  vot  the  pow'rs  of  earth  and  belli 

God   will  ti.ese  pow'rs  restrain; 
His  mishty  aim  their  rase  repel. 
And  make  their  efTorts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good: 

He  will  for  his  provide. 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food. 
And  all  they  need  beside. 


85  CONFIDENCE. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Fear  vot   the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve- 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

6  You,  in  his  wisdom,  pow'r  and  grace, 

May  confidently   trust; 
His  wisdom  guides,  his  pow'r  protects. 
His  grace  rewards  the  iasi.—Beddome. 

HVMN  123.     lis.        Hinton. 
I  tsill  Trust,  and  not  be  .afraid.     Isaiah,  xii. 

1  TJEGONE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour   is  near, 
LJ  And   for   mv   relief  will  surely  appear: 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform; 
With  Christ  in   the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  l)e  niv  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  ot)ev,''tis   his  to  provide: 

Tho'  cisterns  he  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail. 
The  v.'ord  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review. 
Confirms  his    good  pleasure  to   help   me  quite 

through. 

4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  my  path. 
When  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death: 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name. 
And  thus   far   have  brought  me,  to  put  me  to 

shame? 

5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain?— he  told  me  no  less: 
The    heirs  of  salvation  I  know  from  his  word, 


Throu^'h  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 
How  bitter  that  cup,  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which   he  drank  quite   up,   that  sinners  might 

live! 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than  nnne, 
Did  Christ,  mv  Lord,  sufier,  and  shall  I  repme? 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  87 

7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before  long. 
And  then,  O  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song. 

J\''ewton. 

THE   CHEISTIAN. 

HYMN  129.   C.  P.  M.        Sommcrville. 
The  Spiritual    Pilgrim, 
ITTOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 
XI  How  free   from  anxious  care  and  tho't, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell. 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  His  happiness  in  part  is  mine; 
Already  sav'd  from  self-design, 

From  ev'ry  creature-love — 
Bless'd  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good,— 
My  soul  is  lighten'd  of  its  load. 

And  seekslhe  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue. 
And  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen: 
Tlieir  l-.onors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  Nothing  c.i  earth  I  call  my  own: 
A  stranger  to  tl'.e  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  <_'Oods  despise; 
I  tramjile  on  their  whole-  delisht, 
And  seek  a  country  cut  of  s!j;ht, — 

A  country  in  the  sivies. 

5  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair; 
My  treasure  ami  my  liearl  are  there 

And  my  abiding  home: 
For  me  my  elderbrethrnn  stay; 
And  ansels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bias  me  come. 

6  I  come,  thy  servant.  Lord!  replies, 

I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skie^', 
T 


88  THE   CHRISTIAN. 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  rest: 
Now  let  the  pilurim's  journey  end; 
Now — oh,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend!— 

Receive  me  to  tliy  breast! 

HYMN  130.    C.  M.        Devizes. 
Running  the  Christian  Race.     Phil.  iii.  12—14. 

1  A  WAKE  my  soul!  stretch  ev'ry  nerve, 
XJl  And  press  with  vij^or  on: 

A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high: 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blcss'd  Saviour!  introduc'd  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun; 
And,  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  laurels  down. — Doddridge. 

HYMN  131.    L.  M.        Brewer. 
The  Christian.  Warfare.    Eph.  vi.  13—17. 

1  TVTY  Captain  sounds  th'  alarm  of  war! 
JLtX  "  Awake!  the  pow'rs  of  hell  are  nearl 
"  To  arms!  to  arms!"  I  hear  him  cry, 

"  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die!" 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around: 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on. 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet;  faith  my  shield; 
Thy  word,  my  God,  tlie  sword  I  wield; 
Witli  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  arm'd,  I  %'enture  on  the  fight; 
Resolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight; 

.  While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
'.His  conq'rlng  banner  o'er  my  head. 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  b3 

5  In  him  I  hope;  in  him  I  trust; 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast; 
Through  troops  of  foes  he"'ll  lead  me  on 
To  vict'ry  and  the  victor's  crown. 

HYMN  132.  H.  M.        Iladdam. 
The  Christian's  Spiritual  Voyage. 

1  TESUS!  at  thy  command 
•I  I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leav-e  my  native  land. 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep; 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heav'u  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise; 

My  compass  is  thy  word: 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness,  and  pow'r 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Tlirough  all  my  passage  lie; 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  his  eye: 
My  anchor  hope  shall  firm  abide 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, — 

The  port  of  endless  rest: 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand. 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast! 
Oh,  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 
Where  "winds  and  waves  distress  no  more. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost!  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 
Waft  me  from  all  below. 

To  heaven  my  destin'd  place! 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find. 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

HYMx^  133.    L.  M.    Part  I.    Jlppleton. 
The  Christian's  Teviptation  moderated,  a  Proof  of 

God's  Fidelity.    1  Cor.  x.  13. 
1  lyrOW  let  the  feeble  all  be  strong, 
5.  J.  1   And  make  Jehovah's  arm  their  song, 


90  THE   CHRISTIAN. 

His  shield  Is  spread  o'er  ev'ry  saint. 
And  thus  supported,  wlio  shall  faint? 

2  Wliat  though  the  hosts  of  hell  engage 
With  mingled  cruelty  and  rase! 

A  faithful  God  restrains  their  hands, 
And  chains  them  down  in  iron  bunds. 

3  Bound  hy  his  word,  he  will  display 
A  strength  proportion'd  to  our  day: 
And  wiien  united  trials  meet. 
Will  sliow  a  path  of  safe  retreat. 

4  Thus  far  we  prove  that  promise  good, 
Wliich  Jesus  ratify'd  with  blood; 
Still  is  he  gracious,  wise,  and  just; 

And  still  in  liim,  let  Israel  trust. — Doddridge 

HYMN  134.    C,  M.        Carinth. 
Troul/lcd,  but  maldng  Ood  a  Refuge, 

1  "pvEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
JlJ  On  thee  when  sorrows  rise. 
On  thee  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 

My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feci. 

3  But  oh!  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  ali  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  the© 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 

Be  deaf  when  I  complain? 
t  No,  still  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace, 

Attends  the  mourner's  pray'r; 
O  may  I  ever  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there! 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  91 

7  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet.— Steele. 

HYMN  135.    C.  M.        Litchfield. 
The  Request. 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sov'reign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at  ti;e  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise: 
"Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart; 

"  From  ev'ry  murmur  free; 
"  The  blessinss  of  thy  grace  impart, 

"  And  make  me  live  to  thee: 
"Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

"  My  life  and  death  attend; 
"Tiiy  presence  tiirough  my  journey  shine, 

"And  crown  my  journey'^  end." 

HYMN  136.     C.  M.      Blackburn. 
Watchfulness   avd  Prayer.     Matt.  xxvi.  41. 

1  A  LAS!  what  liourly  dangers  rise: 
Xi.   What  snares  beset  my  way! 
To  heav'n,  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  me't  in  Howing  tears! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah!  how  vain! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears! 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  wliom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watcli,  and  pray  and  strive. 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  mytaith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
A«d  bear  my  fainting  sjiint  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart. 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  pow'rful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 


92  THE    CHRISTIAN. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray, 
From  happiness  and  thee. — Steele. 

HYMN  137.    L.  M.        Uzbndge. 
Prayer  answered  by  Crosses. 

1  T  ASK'D  the  Lord  tliat  I  misiht  grow 
J.  In  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 

And  seek,  more  earnestly,  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  tauglit  me  tlius  to  pray, 

And  he  I  trust  has  answer'd  pray'r; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request. 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  pow'r, 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  goui-ds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  wliy  is  this?"  I  trembling  cry'd: 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"  'Tis  in  tliis  way,"  tlie  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  answer  pray'r  for  grace  and"  faith: 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

"  From   self   and  pride  to  set  thee  free; 
•'And  break  thy  schemes  of   earthly   joy, 
"  That  thou  mayst  seek  thy  all  in  me." 
JVewton. 

HYMN  138.    L.  M.        Danvers. 
Rising  to  God. 

1  "IVTOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Xy  Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  93 

Draw  back  the  parting  veil  and  see 
The  glorips  of  eternity. 
f^  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here   on  earth? 
Why  giasp  at  transitory   toys. 
So  near  to  heav'ns  eternal  "joys! 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When   we  nre  walking  back  to   God; 
For  strangers  into    life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour   of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  oui  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,   breaks  up   our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full   lieav'n  enjoy'd  above; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now. 

Is   the  young  dawn  of  heav'n  below. 

HYMN  139.     L.  M.        Hebron. 

Remembering  all  the  way  the  Lord  has  led  him. 
Deut.  viii.  2. 

1  rpHUS  far  ray  God  hath  led  me    on, 

JL   And  made  his  truth  and   mercy  known; 
My  hopes   and  fears   a'ternate  rise. 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

2  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from   my   blissful    home; 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  iny   stay, 
And  guard  me  iii  this  dang'rous  way. 

3  Temptations  ev'ry   where  annoy: 

And  sins  and  snares  my   peace  destroy; 
My  eartlily  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent   God    I  mourn. 

4  My  soul,  with  various  tempests  toss'd, 
Her  hopes  o'erturn'd,  her  projects  cross'd, 
Sees  ev'ry  day  new  straits  attend. 

And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 

5  Is  this,  dear   Lord,   that  thorny  road, 

.   Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God? 
39 


94  THE    CHRISTIAN. 

Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  the  wilderness  below? 
6  'Tis   even  so  tliy   faithful  love 

Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove; 
'Tis  thus  our   pride  and  self   must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all. — Fawcett, 

HYMN  140.     L.  M.     Uxbridge. 
A  better   Country— Jl  Heavenly. 

1  rpFERE  is  a  heav'n    above  the  skies, 
JL   A   heav'n  where   pleasure   never  dies, 
A   heav'n  I  sometimes    hope  to  see, 

But  fear  again  it's  not  for   me. 
But,  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend,  O  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend. 

2  The  wav  is  difficult  and  strait. 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein. 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

But  Jestis  ^-e 

3  I  travel  throueh  a  world  of  foes. 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes; 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall   stand 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

But  Jesus,  S(C. 

4  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still; 

Through   dangers  thick  and   hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

O  Jesus,  ^e. 

5  Then,  oh,  mv  soul,  arise  and  sins, 
Bcliold  thy   Saviour,  friend,   and   king. 
With   pleasing  smiles  be  now  looks  down. 
And  cries  "press  on  and  here's  the  crown." 

O  Jesus,  S^e. 

6  "  Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  daj-s. 
Fight  the  good   ficlit  and  \v\r  the  rare 
And  then  thy    soul  with  m    ihr*l^  reijJ-, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory    >-  '  ' 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  95 

HYMN  141.    7s.  6s.    Part  I.        Yarmouth 
Christian  Travelers. 

1  /^OME  all   ye  weary  travelers, 
w  And  let  us  join  to  sing, 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ  our  king; 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And   tiresome,  'tis  true; 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

2  At  first  when  Jesus  found  us. 

He  call'd  us  unto  him; 
And   pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin: 
The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan, 

Will   prove  a  fatal  snare. 
Unless  we  do  reject  them, 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

3  But  by  our  disobedience, 

With  sorrow  we  confess, 
We've  had  too  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness; 
W^here  we  mi^ht  soon  have  fainted, 

In  that  enchanted  ground; 
But   now  and  then   a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4  In   faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We're  now  made  to  rejoice, 
And  Jesus,  and   his  people,  < 

Shall  ever  be  our  choice; 
In  peace  and   consolation,     \ 

We  now  are  going  on. 
The  pleasant  way  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

HYMN  142.    7s.  Gs.    Part  II.        Yarmouth. 

Christian  Travelers. 
1  QINNERS,  why  stand  ye  idle, 
V^  While  we  do  march  along? 
Has  conscience  never  told  you, 

That  you  are  going  wrong, 

Down  the  broad  road  to  ruin. 

To  bear  aa  endless  cureel 


96  THK    CHRISTJAV. 

Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 
And  come  along  witli  us. 

2  But  if  you   wiU  refuse  u?, 

We'll  bid  you  all  farewell; 
We'er  on  tlie  way  to  Canaan, 

And    you  the  way  to   hell; 
We  are  sorry  thus  to  leave  you, 

We'd  rather  you  would  go; 
Come  try  a  Weeding  Saviour, 

And  feel  salvation   tlow. 

3  O  sinner  he  awaken'd 

To  see  your  dismal  state; 
Repent  and  he  converted, 

Before  it  is  too  late; 
Turn  to  the  Lord  by  praying, 

And  daily  search  "his  word; 
And  never  rest  contented, 

Until  you  lind  the  Lord. 

4  Now   to  the  king  immortal, 

Be  everlasting  praise, 
For    in  his  holy  service 

We  mean  to  spend  our  days; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

Celestial   world  above. 
With  everlasting  praises, 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  143.    10s.        Savannah. 
The  Mercy  Seat. 

1  /^HEER  up,  my  soul,  there  is  a  mercy-seat, 
\J  Sprinkled  with  blood,  where  Jesus  answers 

pray'r; 
There  humbly  cast  thyself  beneath  his  feet. 
For  never  needy  sinner  perished   there. 

2  Lord,  I  am  come!   thy  promise  is  my   plea, 

Without  thy  word   I  durst  not  venture  nigh; 
But  thou  hast  call'd   the  burden'd   soul  to  thee, 
A  weary  burden'd  soul,  O  Lord,  am  I! 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  heavy  load  of  sin, 

By  Patau's  fierce  temptations  sorely  prest, 
.Beset  without,  and  full  of  fears  within. 

Trembling  and  faint  I  come  to  tliee  for  rest. 


THE   CHRISTIAJf.  97 

4  Be  thou  my  refuge,  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 

I  know  no  force  can  tear  me  from  thy  side; 
Unmoved  I  tlien  may  all  accusers  face. 

And  answer  ev'ry  charge,  with  "  Jesus  died." 

5  Yes,  thou  didst  weep,  and  bleed,  and  groan,  and 

die. 
Well  hast  thou  known  what  fierce  temptations 

mean: 
Such  was  thy  love,  and  now  enthron'd  on  high, 
The  same  compassions  hi  thy  bosom  reign. 

6  Lord,  give  me    faith— he   hears— what   grace  is 

this! 
Dry  up  thy  tears,  my  soul,  and  cease  to  grieve, 
He  shews  me   what  he  did,  and  who  he  is, 
I  must,  I  will,  I  can — I  do  believe. 

HYMN  144.    C.  M,       Dedham. 

The  JiTercij  Seat. 

1  A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 
J\  Where  Jesus  answers   prayer; 
There  humbly   fall   before   his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 

With  this  I  v^enture  nigh: 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down   beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That  shelter'd  near   thy  side, 
I  may   my  fierce  accuser   face. 
And  tell   him  "Thou  hast  died." 

5  O  wondrous  love!  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame; 
That  2uilty  sinners,  such   as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be   still, 

My  promis'd  grace  receive," 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks— I  must— I  will, 
I  can— I  do  believe. 

2a 


^9  THE    CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN  145.    C.  M.       Dedham. 
A  JVeamess  to  God, 

V/  A  nearness  to   my  God: 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire   with  thee  to  Jive, 

Anew  from  day   to  day; 
In  joys  the  world  can   never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make   me   wholly   thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath. 

Thy  goodness   I'll   adore; 
And   when   my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

HYMN  14G.     7.  Sabbath. 

Christ  the  Refuge  of  the  Christian. 

1  JESUS,  Jover  of  m.y  soul, 
•J    Let  me   to  thy  bosom   fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,   hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide. 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

2  Other  refuse  have  I  none, 

Lo!   I  helpless,  hang  on  thee: 
Leave,   oh,  leave  me  not  alone. 

Lest  I   basely  shrink  and   flee: 
Thou  art  all  my  trust  and  aid. 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wingi 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find: 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  ^ 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness, 
Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 
Let  the  healins  streams  abound. 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Eeign,  O  Lord,  within  my  heart, 

Reign  to  all  eternity.— Cowper 

HYMN  147.    S.  M,        Olmutz. 
The  World  Unsatisfijing. 

1  npHIS  world  can  never  give 

±   The  bliss  for  vi'liich  we  sigh;  ^ 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live^, 
JSor  all  of  death  to  die. 

2  Bevond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years— 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

3  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

Oh!  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  the  second  death. 

4  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun:— 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 
HYMN  148.    L.  M.        Danvers.' 
The  JVew  and  Living  Way. 

1  1\TY  God  inspire  this  heart  of  mine 
iVl  To  praise  thy  name  in  songs  divine^ 
Shed  on  my  soul  a  heavenly  ray. 
While  speaking  of  the  living  way 

2  The  way  to  death  with  haste  I  trod, 
Oppress'd  with  sin  a  painful  load; 
But  O  how  happy  was  that  day, 
Wheo  first  1  found  the  living  way. 


100  THE   CHRISTIAiV. 

3  O  Jesus,  when  I  view  the  plan, 
How  God  descends  to  dwell  with  man 
My  sou!  exults  to  praise  and  pray, 
Along  this  new  and  living  way. 

4  A  sinner  I  confess  I  am; 

But  O,  I've  found  the  hieedins;  LambI 
He  wash'd  my  foulest  stains  away, 
And  set  me  in  this  living  way. 

5  When  in  this  livins  way  I  move, 
I'm   filled  with  sweet  seraphic  love, 

0  how  I  lonsr  to  see  the  day 
When  all  shall  crowd  this  living  way. 

C  How  boundless  is  the  love  of  God, 
How   rich  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood; 
Yet  O,  what  thousands  go  astray! 
And  never  find  this  living  way. 

HYMN  149.    7s.  Gs.        Yarmtmth. 
The  Saviour  Found 

1  TTOW  Lost  was  my  condition, 
Xl  Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
There  is  hut  one  physician, 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul! — 
The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compar'd  with  sin; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes; 

But  rages  most  within. 

Sf  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  train; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing. 

And  added  to  my  pain — 
Some  said   that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, 
Thus  every  refuge   fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  liopes  were  cross'd. 

3  At  length  this  great  Physician- 
How  matchless  is  his  gracel 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case — 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave; 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  101 

To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  eave. 
4  A  dying,  risen  JESUS, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith. 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the    soul  from  death- 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give. 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only— look— and  live. 

HYMN  150.    L.  M.        Fultcit. 
Christian  Uni^n. 

1  r\\JU  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
\J  Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 

One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spoke. 

And  glovv'd  with  sacred  fire. 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  bless  d, 

And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

2  The  little  cloud  increases  still. 

The  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain:  ^ 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show  r. 

And   wash  away   our  stain; 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 

But  pour  the  mighty  flood? 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shake    the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

3  And  wlien  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st    thy  starry  crown. 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  sliall  shine, 

Proclaim'd  by  thee  thy  own: 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  savM  by  grace. 
From  glory,  into  glory  cliang'd. 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


•o 


HYMN  151.    7s.  63.       Summer. 
Longing  for  Heaven. 
WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus. 
And  reign  with  him  above; 


10:3  THE    CHRISTIAN. 

And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From   this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Dfinii  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  piven  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  jrive  o'er; 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
•And  all   his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die; 
And   then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you   all  adieu; 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithfa! 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  When'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
O,  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  gospel  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  lore; 
Then,   when  the  combat's  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

HYMiV  152.  L.  M.    ^ppleton. 
Hard  Heart  Lamented, 

1  /^n,  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
\J  To  take  tlie  stubborn  stone  away; 
And  thaw,  with  beams   of  love  divinf 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The    rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake; 
"The  sea  can  roar  the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign» 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  103 

3  To  hear  the  sorrow  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt, 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  melts  tills  heart  of  mine. 

4  B'lt  pow'r  divine  can  do  the   deed, 
And  much  to  feel  that  pow'r  I  need; — 
Come   Holy  Spirit,  and  refine. 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

Hart. 

HYMxN"  153.  P.  M. 

The  way   to  Zion. 

1  rpHERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure," 

J-   Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll, 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  hope  to  rest   my  soul; 
Lon?  darkness  dwelt  around  me. 

With  scarcely   once   a   cheering  ray; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A   lamp  has  shin'd  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  danger. 

But  'tis  the  path  that    leads  to  God, 
And   like  a  faithful  soldier, 

I'll  boldly  march  along  the   road: 
Now  I  must  gird   my  sword   on. 

My   breastplate,   helmet,  and  my  shield. 
And   fight   tbe  hosts  of  Satan, 

Until  I  reach  the  heavenly   field. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Zion, 

Still  guided  by   my  Saviour's  hand: 
Oh,  come  along,  poor  sinners. 

And  see   Immanuel's  happy  land; 
To  all   that  stay  behind   me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell; 
Come  now,  or  you'll  repent  it, 

When  you  shall  reach  the  gates  of  helL 

4  The  vale   of  tears  surrounds  me. 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before: 
Oh!  how  I  stand  and  tremble, 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar: 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there, 
8 


104  THE   CTIRISTIAX/ 

From  einking  down  to  darkness 
And  to  tlie   res^ions  of  despair? 

5  This  stream  sliall  not  afTri^lit  me, 

Altliousjh  'tis  deeper  tliau  the  grave; 
If  Jesus  stand  ho^ide  me, 

I'll   smoothly  ride  on   Jordan's  ware: 
His  word  has  calm'd   the  ocean, 

His  lamp  has  ciieer'd  the  i^loomy  vale; 
Oh!    may   this  friend  he  witli    nie, 

When  tlirough  the  gates  of  death  I  sail. 

6  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet. 

Shall  rork  the  clobe  from   pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wiieels  of   nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll: 
Tlien  we  shall  see  tiie   Saviour, 

With  shining   ranks  of  angels,  come, 
To  execute  his  venseancc. 

And  take  his  faithful  servant  home. 

Cumpbell. 

HYMN  154.    8s.  7s.     Crockett. 
The  Saviour^s  Merit, 

1  QAVIOUR,  I  do  feel   thy  merit, 
>!3  Sprinkled  with  redeeming   Mood, 
And  my  weary  trouhicd  spirit, 

Now  finds  rest  with  thee,  my   God. 
I  am  safe,  and  I  am   happy. 

While  in   thy  dear  arms  I   lie; 
Sin  and   Satan  cannot   hurt  me, 

While  my  Sav^iour  is  so  nigh. 

2  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Sing   hie  praises'  through  the  sky: 
Glory,  glory,  giorj',  glory. 

Glory  to    the  Father  give. 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Sing  his  praises  all  that  live. 

3  Now  I'll  sing  my  Saviour's  merit- 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if   any  want  his  Spirit, 
He  ia  BtiU  the  very  same. 


THE  CHRISTIAN-.  105 

He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth, 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find; 
Whosoe'er  on  him  believeth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

4  Glory,  glorj',  glory,  glory, 

Glorious  Christ  of  heav'nly  birth; 
Glo.y,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  through  the  earth. 
Glory,  glory,  glory,   glory, 

Glory   to   the  Spirit   be; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

To  the  sacred  one  in  three. 

5  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading. 

With  his  Fatlier  and  our  God; 
And  for  us  is  interceding, 

As  the   purchase  of   his  blood; 
Now,  niethniks,  I  hear  him  pjaying, 

Father!  save  them — I  have  died; 
And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 

They  are  freely  justified. 

6  Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Worthy,  worthy,   worthy,  worthy, 

Who  hath  wash'd   us  in  his  blood. 
Holy,   holy,   holy,  holy. 

Holy  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
Holy, "holy,  holy,  holy, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 

HYMN  155.    lis.        Portuguese.  Hymn. 
The  Lord  will  See,  or  Provide.    Gen.  xxii.  14. 

1  rpHO'  troubles  assail,   and  dangers  affright, 
J.   Tho'  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide — 
The  scripture  assures  us,  tlie  Lord  will  provide. 

2  [The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread: 

■  His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost. 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost; 

Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages  the  Lord  will  provide.] 


106  THE  cnursTiAN. 

4  Hi3  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old, 

Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold; 
For  tlio'  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  pood  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

5  [When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  Iriuuiph  by  faith. 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has  tried. 
This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain — 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  spirits  have  i)licd, 
This  answers  all  questions,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

7  No  st-cngth  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we  claim; 
Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great 

name, 
In  this,  our  strong  tow'r,  for  safety  we  hide. 
The  Lord  is  our  pow'r — the  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death   is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  i,'race  shall  comfort  us  thro*; 
No  fearing  or  doubtin;:,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting— the  Lord  will  provide, 

JVewton. 

HYMN  156.    L.  M.       ^ppleton. 
The  Glorious  J\Iystery. 

1  I^H.  why  was  I   not  left  behind, 
\J  VV^ith  thousand  others  of  mankind, 
Who  run  the  dang'rous,  sinful  race. 
And  die,  and  never  taste  his  grace? 

2  No  mortal  can  a  reason  find; 
'Tis  mercy  free — 'tis  grace  divine; 
Oh,  'tis  a  glorious  mystery. 

And  will  be— to  eternity. 

HYMN  157.    6.  9.        Rowley. 
Exultation. 

1  /^OME  away  to  the  skies, 
\j  My  beloved  arise. 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  bom; 
Ou  this  festival  day, 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  107 

Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  singing,  to  Zion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love. 
With  our  treasure  above. 

Though  our  bodies  continue  below; 

Tlie  redeem'd   of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And   with  singing,  to  Paradise  go. 

3  For  thy  glory  we  were 
First  created,  to  share 

Both  thy  nature  nnd  kingdom  divine; 

Now  created  again, 

That  our  souls  may  remain, 
Both  fn  time  and  eternity  thine. 

4  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love, 

Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jesus'  name. 

So  united  in  heart. 

That  we  never  can  part — 
We  shall  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

5  There,  O,  there  at  his  feet. 
We  shall  joyfully  meet. 

And  be  parted  in    body   no    more; 

We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres, 

W^ith  the  heavenly  choirs. 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 

6  Hallelujah  we  sing. 

To  our  Father  and  King, 
And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

Hallelujah  again; — 
Sing  all  heaven  "and   fall  at  his  feet. 

HYMxV  158.    C.  M. 
A  Better  World  in  Prospect. 
1  ^'T^WAS  told   me  in   my  early  day, 
X   That  pleasure's  stream  did   flow, 
Gently  beside  life's  peaceful  way; 
I  have  not  found  it  so. 
S  I  thought  there  grew  on  earthly  ground, 
Some  buds  without  decay; 
But  not  a  single  flower  I've  found, 
That  does  not  fade  away. 


108  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

3  I  wish  to  see  a  fairer  world; 

IVe  heard   of  one  on  higli, 
Where  every  tear,  by  one  kind  hand, 
Is  wip'd  from  every  eye. 

4  'Tis  said  the  king  of  that   hriuht  place, 

Still  welcomes  trav'lers   there: 
O,  come  and  let  us  seek  his  grace! 
Unseen,  he  hears  our  prayer. — Dr.  J^elson. 

PUBLIC  AVORSHIP. 

IIYMX  159.     L.  M.        Lindon. 
Dedication  of  a  Church. 
H  T^HE  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
JL   Was  the  first  temple  built  for  God; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner  stone. 
And  heav'd  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad  illimitable  sky; 

He  spread  its  pavements,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  by  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  and  sky  and  all   was  good. 
And  when  his  first  pure  praises  rang. 
The  morning  stars  together  sang. 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  curs  to  make  the  sea. 
And  earth,  and  skies,  a  house  for   thee, 
But  in   thy  siiiht,  our  oifering  stands, 
All  humble  temple  made  with   hands. 

5  We  cannot  hid  the  morning  star. 
To  sing  how   bright  thy   glories  are; 
But  Lord,  if  thou  wilt  meet  us   here. 

Thy  praise  shall  be  the  christian's  lear.-rTi'WtV- 

HYMN  160.     S.  M.        Lisbon. 
The  Pleasures  of  Social  Worship. 

1  TTOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Xl  Where  my   Redeemer,  God, 
Unveils  the   beauties  of  his  face. 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces. 

To  which  the  great  resort. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  109 

Are  once  to  be  compar'd  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy  seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 
Our  joyful  eyes  heliold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  pray'rs  and  cries. 

Each  humble  soul   presents: 
He  listens  to   their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  tlieir  wants. 

5  To  them  his  sov'reign   will 

He  graciously  imparts: 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within   thy   blest  abode. 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

HYMX  161.    L.  M.        Ward. 
The  Happiness  of  humble  worship.    Psalm  Ixxxiv. 

1  TTOW   lovely,    how  divinely  sweof, 
XI  O  Lord,  thy  sacred  courts  appear! 
Fain  would  my   longing  passions  meet 

The  glories  of  thy  presence  there. 

2  O,  Mest  the  men,  blest  their  employ. 

Whom  thy  indulgent  favors  raise. 
To  dv.-ell  in  those  abodes  or  joy, 
And  sing  thy  never-ceasing   praise. 

3  Happy  the  men,  wiiom  strenath   divine, 

With  ardent  love  and  zeal  inspires: 
Whose  steps  to  thy   blest   way   incline. 
With  willing  hearts  and  warm  desires. 

4  One  day  within  thy  sacred  gate, 

AtTords  more  real  joy  to   me, 
Than   thousands  in  the  tents  of  state: 
The  meanest  place  is  bliss  with  thee. 

5  God  is  a  sun:  our  brightest  day 

From  his  reviving  presence  flows; 
God  is  a  shield,  through  all  the  way. 
To  guard  us  from  surrounding  foes. 
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110  PUBLIC   "WORSHIP. 

6  He  pours  his  kindest  blessings  down, 

Profusely   down,  on  souls  sincere; 
And  grace  sliall  guide,  and  glory  crown, 
Tlie  liappy  fav 'rites  of  his  care. 

7  O  Lord   of  hosts,  thou  God  of  grace, 

How  blest,  divinely  blest  is  he. 
Who  trusts  thy   love,   and  seeks  thy  face. 
And  fixes  all  his  hopes  on  theel— Steele. 

HYMN  1G2.    L.  M.        Southfield. 
forms  vain  without.  Religion. 
LMIGHTY  Maker,  God! 


'A^H* 


low   wondrous   is   thy   namel 
Thy  glories   have  diffus'd   abroad 
Through  the  creation's  frame! 

2  Nature,  in  ev'ry  dress, 

Her  humble  honiage  paj's, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express. 
Thine   undissemhled  praise, 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing. 

To  her  Creator  too; 
Fain  would  my  touL'ue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  [But  pride,  that  busy   sin. 

Spoils  all  that   I  perform, 
Curs'd   pride,  that  creeps  securely  in. 
And  swells  a  haughty   worm.] 

5  Create  my  soul  anew. 

Else  all  my  worship's  vain; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Uinil  'tis  forni'd  again. 

6  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The   remnant  of  my   days. 
And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend, 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. —  Watts. 

HYMN  163.    7s.        JTorwich. 
I  will  not  let  thee  go  unless  thou  bless  me.    Gen. 
xxxii.  26. 
1  T  ORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
\  JLd  Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow: 


PBULIf'   wnuanrp.  Ill 

Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case.' 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am? 

Ah!  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name; 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea. 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  w^retch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy: — 
That  poor  rebel.  Lord  was  1. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  pray'r; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  evVy  need; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead; 
After  so  much   mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 

7  No— I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold; 
I  can   no  denial   take. 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 
HYMN  164.    C.  M.        Spencer. 
The  successful  Resolve— Twill  go  in  unto  the  King: 
Esther  iv.  16. 

1  I^OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
w  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with  your  £uilt  and  fear  opprest, 

And  make  this   last  resolve; 

2  "I'll  go  TO  Jesus,  tlioush  my  sin, 

Hath   like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may   oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  their  my   guilt  confess; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone; 
Without  his  povereign  grace. 


112  PUDLTr"    WnTJSTTTP. 

4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
Perhaps  he   may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant   lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea. 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish,   if  I  go; 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try: 
For,  if  I  stay  away,  I  know, 
I  must  for  ever  die.'^— Jones. 

HYMN  165.    S.  M.        Elton. 
He  beheld  the  City  and  wept  over  it.    John  xix.  1. 

1  "r\ID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
AJ  And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief, 

Burt  .  forth  from  ev'ry  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God   in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,   O   my  soul, 
lie  shed   those  tears   for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 
In  heav'n  alone  no  sin   is  found, 

And  there's  no  weeping  there. — Beddome. 
HYiMN  166.    C.  M.        Dedham. 
J\row  is  the  accepted  Time, 

1  /^OME,  guilty  souls,  and  flee  away, 
V>  To  Christ,  and  heal  your  wounds; 
This  is  the  welcome  gospel-day. 

Wherein  free  grace  abounds. 

2  God  lov'd  the  church,  and  gave  his  Son, 

To  drink   the  cup  of  wrath: 
And  Jesus  says  he'il  cast  out  none, 
That  come   to  him  by  faith. 
HYMN  167.      S.  M.      Olneij. 
Importunate  Praijci:    Luke  xviii.  1 — 7. 
1  TESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
•I   The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  113 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, 

We  never  plead  in  vain; 
Then   let  us  wait  till  he  appear 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Tho'  unbelief  su<rgest, 

Why  should  we  longer   wait? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord  will  hear 

His  chosen   when   they  cry: 
Yes,   tho'  he   seem   awhile  to  bear, 
He'll   help  them  from  on  high. 

5  His  nature,  truth  and  love. 

Engage   him  on  their  side; 
When  they  are  griev'd,  his  bowels  move, 
They  will  not  be  deny'd. 

6  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And   never   faint  in   pray'r, 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  higii, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 

HYMN  168.     C.  M.        Peterborough. 
Faith's    Revicio  and   Expectation. 

1  A  IMAZING   grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound,) 
XjL  That  sav'd   a  wretch   like  me! 

I   once   was  lost,  but  now  am   found. 
Was  blind   but   now   I   see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my   heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd; 
How   precious  did  that  grace  appear. 
The  hour   I  first  believ'd! 

3  Thro'   many  dangers,  toils   and  snares, 

I   have  already   come, 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promis'd   good  to  me, 

His  word  my   hope  secures; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be. 
As  long  as  life  endures. 
2  R 


114  PUBLIC   WORSHir. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fall, 

And  mortal  life  sliall  cease; 
I  shall  possess  within  tlie  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
But  God  wlio  call'd  me  here  below, 
Shall  be  forever  mine. 

HYMN  169.     C.  ]\I.    LitcJifield. 
Supplicaiion. 

1  /^OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart; 
v^*  Inspire  each   lifeless  tonjrue; 

And   let  tlie  J03S  of  heav'n  impart 
Their  influ'nce  to  our  song. 

2  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In   us  the  heav'nly  flame; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore   thy   name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine. 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heav'n  on  earth  appear. — Steele. 

HYMiSr  170.    8s.  7s.  4s.     Sicilian  Hymn. 
At  Dismission. 

1  T  ORD,  dismiss  us  with   thy  blessing, 
JLi  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing. 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace: 
O  refresh  us! 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration. 

For  thy   Gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  "fruits  of   tliy  salvation 

In  our   hearts  and  "lives  abound: 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be   found! 

3  So,  when'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  eartli   to  call  away; 
Borne  on  angels'   wings,  to  heaven. 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  115 

May  we  ready 
Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day! 

HYMN  17].    S.  M.        Stonington. 
Love  to  the  Church.    Psalms,  cxxxvii.  5— f 

1  T  LOVE  tJiy  Kingdom,  Lord, 
L  The  house  of  thine  abode. 

The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd. 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  Beyond  my  highest  joy, 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love   and  praise. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 

For  her   my  prayers  ascend; 
To   her  my  cares  and  toils  be  piven, 
'Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Z'ion  shall  be  given, 
The   brightest  glories  earth  can  yield. 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven.— Z)M2g-/tt. 

HYMN  172.     C.  M. 
Heaven  Anticipated. 

1  OLEEP  not,  the  Saviour  cries, 
kJ  On  this   low   earthly  ground — 
Press  on,  press  on,  above  the  skies. 

There  shall  your  rest  be  found. 
Where   the  pilgrim   reposes, 

The  fields  are  all  green; 
There  -day  never  closes, 

Nor  clouds  intervene. 
Oh,  the  forms  that  are  there! 

Such  as  eye  hath  not  seen — 
Oh,  the  songs  they  sing  there, 

With  hosannas  let.veen. 
While  the  river  of  life  luns  freely. 

2  On  earth,  cold  storms  will  rise. 

And  clouds  obscure  the  sun — 

For  rest  the  pilgrim   vainly  sighs, 

But  there  his  march  is   done. 

Where  tlie  pilgrim  reposes,  4-e. 


116  PUBLIC  woRsni?. 

3  My  soul  be  not  dismay'd, 

'But  gird  thee  for  the  race— 

I'll  ask,  I'll  ask  his  hourly   aid, 

To  reach  that  happv  place, 

Where  the  pilgriai  reposes,  &:c. 
Dr.  Nelson. 

HYMN  173.    C.  M.        Bolton. 
Trust  in  Providence. 

1  TTTHTLST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 

W    Be   my  vain   wishes  still'd; 
And  may   this  consecrated   hour, 
With  better  hopes  be  fiU'd. 

2  Thy  love   the  po'.v'r  of  thousht  bestow'd, 

To   thee   my   thouglits  would  soar; 
Thv   mercy  o'er   my  life  has   flow'd; 
That   mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling   hand   I  see! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear. 
Because  confcrr'd   by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days. 

In  every   pain   I  bear. 
My  heart  shall   find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in   prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour. 

Thy  love  mv  thouslits  shall   fill: 
Resis'n'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eve,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'ring  storm   shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee.— TVilUams 

HYMN  174.    C.  ]M.        Marlow. 
For  Christian  Conference. 

1  /~\  LORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
\J  For  here  we  trust  thou  art! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire. 

To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 
And  pour  thy  blessings  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  117 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell: 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal, 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

Tiie   humble  mind  bestow; 
And  sliine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy   word, 

In  faith   present  our  pray'rs; 
And  in   the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom   all  our  cares. 

6  And   may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforc'd  hy  mighty   grace, 
Awaken  sinners  all  around, 
To  come  and  fill  the  place.— JVewton. 

HYMN  175.    C.  M.        Carinth. 
Evening   Twilight. 

1  T  LOVE  to  steal   awhile  away, 
J.  From  every  cum'bring  care, 

And  spend  the  hours  of   setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential   tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead. 
Where  none  but  God    can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And   future  good   implore, 
Ard  all   my  care  and  sorrows  cast, 
On  him   whom   I   adore. 

4  I  love  hy   faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in   heav'n; 
The  prospect  doth   my  strength  renew, 
While   here  by   tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus,   when   life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May   its  departing  ray, 
Be  calm  as  this   impressive  hour, 
And  lead  lo  endless  day. 


118  ruBLic  WORSHIP. 

HYMN  176.    C.  M.        Patmos.     , 
Regeneration.    John  iii.  5—7. 

1  QINNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
O  Hear  all  ye  sons  of  men; 

For  Christ  the  Saviour  liath   declar'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  30ur   birth  or  blood, 

The   sinner's  boast   is  vain; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious   Son   of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd — 

The   heart  a  sink   of  sin; 
Without  a  change:  we  can't  be  sav'd: 
"  Ye   must  be   born   again." 

4  Spirit  of   life  thy   grace   impart, 

And   breathe   on   sinners  slain; 
Bear  witness,   Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. — IJoskins. 

HYMN  177.  C.  M.         .Arlington. 
Behold  he  Prayeth.     Acts  ix.  11. 

1  T>RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
JL     Unuttcr'd  or  exp'css'd. 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  lut  God  is  near. 

3  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant   lips  can  try; 
Pray'r  the  sublinicst  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Pray'r  is  the  christian's  vital  breath. 

The  christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword    at  tl:e  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heav'n  with  pray'r. 

5  Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice. 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
Wliile  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice. 
And  Bay,—"  Behold  he  pray8."-Jlfo7i<o'07n'ry. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  119 

HYMN  178.    C.  M.        Wilmingttm. 
Christ  the  Shepherd. 

1  OEE  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands, 
JO  With  all  engasing  charm?; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name: 
For  'twas  to  Mess  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  brin<r  them.  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine,  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear; 

Ye  children  seek  his  face; 
And   fly   with  transports  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind. 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bl'^eding  heart, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dnst.— Doddridge. 

HYMx\  179.    8s,  7s,  S^  4s. 
Teachers  Hymn. 

1  "OLESSED  Saviour— thou  hast  told  U3, 
JlJ  In  tlie  midst  of  two  or  three. 
Thou  art  present  to  behold  us. 

If  we  humbly  call  on  thee: 
Blessed    promise! — 
May  we,  thy  salvation  see. 

2  Lord  we  bring  our  charge  before  thee; 

Little  ones  of  thine  own  fold; 
Teach  them.  Saviour,  to  adore  thee. 

As  those  children  did  of  old, 
Who  sun?  praises — 
Whiie  tile  hearts  of  men  were  cold. 

3  O!   instruct  us,  gracious  Master, 

While  those  tender  lambs  we  guide. 
May  we  lead  them  to  green  pasture, 
By  the  living  waters'  side; 
9 


120  MISSIONS. 

Where  tlie  fountain 
Of  salvation,  pours  its  tide. 
4  Haste  the  time,  when  all  the  islands 
In  the  bosom   of  the  sea; 
When  the  low-lands,  plams,  and  high-lands. 

Shall  resound  with  praise  to  tnee; 
And  all  children,— 
ShaU  their  God  and  Saviour  see. 

James  B.  Walker. 


MISSIONS. 

HYMN  180.    8s.  7g.        Crockett, 
aiorious  Thivgs  spoken  of  Zior,,the  City  of  Gvd,' 
Psalm  Ixxxvii.    Isaiah  xxxm.  20,  21. 
1  i^LORIOUS  thinss  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Ijr  Zion,  city  of  our  God! 
He    whose  word  caimot  he  broken, 

Form'd  thee   for  his  own  abode: 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's   walls  surrounded. 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 
o  rSen!  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
Sprin?ir,2  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove: 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows,  thy  thirst  l'  assuage? 
Grace,  which  like  tlie  Lord,  the  grver. 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear! 
For  a  slory  and  a  cov'rini. 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near: 
Thus  deriving  from   their  banner 

Liijht  by  niirht,  and  shade   ..y  day, 
Eafe^they   feed   upon  tbf  manna. 

Which  he  gives  t!iem  when  they  pray.J 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood! 


MISSIONS.  121 

Jesus,  whom  iheir  souls  rely  on, 
Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God; 

'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises. 
Over  self  to  reign  as  kings: 

And  as  priests  his  solemn  praises 
Each  for  a  thank-off'ring  brings. 

5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city, 

I  through  grace  a  member  am; 
Let  tlie  world  deride  or  pity, 

I   will  glory  in  thy  name; 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 

All   his  boasted  pomp  and  show! 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

None  but  Zion'a  children  know. 

HYMN  181.     C.  M.        J\Iarlow. 
tTie  Increase  of  the  Church,  promised  and  pleaded, 

1  T7ATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledged, 
J?    To  thine  exalted  son, 

That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run? 

2  "Ask,  and  I  give  the  Heathen  lands 

For  thine  inheritance, 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  shores 
Thine  empire  shall  advance." 

3  Hast  thou  not  said,  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own; 
While  gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne? 

4  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Indian  tribes, 

A  dark  bewilder'd  race. 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanlel's  feet, 
And  learn,  and  feel  his  grace? 

5  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes,  and  tongue9> 

Under  the  expanse  of  heaven. 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exemption,  given? 

6  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'dl 
Europe,  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hoaannae  to  thy  Lord: 


122  MISSIONS. 

7  Asia  and  Africa,  resound 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame: 
And  thou,  America,  in  songs, 
Redeeming  love  proclaim! 

HYMN  1S2.    L.  M.    Part  I.        Lindon. 
Longing  for  the  Latter-day  Glory. 

1  TTOW  many  rears  has  man  been  driv'n, 
Xl  Far  oft'  from  happiness  and  heav'n; 
When   wilt  thou,  gracious  Lord,  restore 
Thy  wand'ring  church  to  roam  no  more? 

2  Six  thousand  years  are  nearly  past. 
Since  Adam  from  thy  sight  ^vas  cast; 
And  ever  since,  his  fallen  race. 
From  age  to  age,  are  void  of  grace. 

3  When  v:\\\  the  happy  trump  proclaim 
The  iudsment  of  the  martyr'd  Lamb? 
When  shall  the  captive  troops  be  free. 
And  keep  the  eternal  Jubilee! 

4  Hasten  it,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  land; 

Send  thou  thine  anjiels,  and  command, 
"Go  sound  deliv'rance;  loudly  blow 
Salvation  to  the  saints  below.'' 

5  We  want  to  have  the  day  appear! 
The  promis'd  great  sabbatic  year. 
When,  far  from  grief,  aTid  sin,  and  hell, 
Israel  in  ceaseless  peace  shall  dwell. 

6  Till  then,  we  will  not  let  thee  rest, 
Thou  still  Shalt  hear  our  strong  request; 
And  this  our  daily  pray'r  shall  be. 
Lord,  sound  the  trump  of  Jubilee. 

HYMN  183.    L.  M,    Part  II.        Lindon. 
Prayer  to  Ood  for  his  special  Interposition  in 
Spreading  the  Gospel.    Zech.  ix.  13—16. 
■t  ,,  TTOW"  long,  O  God, "  has  man  been  driv'n; 
XJ.  Far  off  from  happiness  and  heav'n! 
When  wilt  thou"  graciously  "rcstorf" 
Thy  banish'd  sons,  to  rove  no  more? 
2  For  near  six  thousand  years,  thy  foe 
Has  triumph'd  over  all  below; 


MISSIONS.  1;23 

Save  that  a  little  flock  is  found, 

With  rav'ning  wolves  encompass'd  ro>:';:1. 

3  Shall  not  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  a  ai.i. 
An   ample  compensation  gain, 

And   many  liappy   millions  more 
To  happmfss  and  God  restore? 

4  From  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  tonsue, 
A   remnant  must  to   liim  belong; 
Nor  can  there  be   too   vile  a  race, 
To  furnish  trophies  of  his  grace. 

5  Exert  that  pow'r  which  could  subdue 
The  furious  slau,:rhter-brcatliin2  Jew, 
And   make  him  in  tl.y  cause  become, 
Victorious  over  Greece  and  Rome. 

6  Now,  Lord,  before  thy  servants  go, 
Let  God  himself  the  trumpet  blow; 
Hasten   the  Gospel  Jubilee, 

That  bids  a  captive  world  be  free. 

HYMN  134.    Ss,  7s,  4s.        Greenville. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival. 

AVTOUR,  visit  thy  plantation; 


'S 


Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rainl 
AH  will   come  to  desolation. 
Unless  thou  return  again: 
Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  tbee! 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourish'd. 

Every  part  look'd  gay  and  sreen; 
Then   thy    word   our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy   seasons  we  have  seen! 

Lord,  S^c. 

3  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord   thy  help  is  greatly  needed. 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee: 

Lord,  (^c. 

4  Some  in  whom  we   once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below; 

Some,  alas!   we  fear  are  blighted. 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show: 

Lord,  ijc 


124  MISSIONS. 

5  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  tliein  bloom  again; 
O!  permit  them  not  to  witlier, 
Let  not  ail  our  hopes  be  vain. 

Lord,  S^c. 

6  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent. 

Make  us  prevalent  in   prayers: 
Let  e  xh  one,  estwniM  thy  servant. 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Lord,  <^-c, 

7  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And   beiiin  from   tliis  sood  hour 

To  revive  thy   work  afresh: 
Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee! 

HYiLX  185.    8s,  7s,  4ci.        OUphant. 
Longing  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  rVBR  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
\J  Look,  my   soul,  be  still  and  gaze; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  irloritnis  day  of  grace: 
Blcss'd  Jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn! 

2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the   Negro, 

Let  the   rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  ohtain'd  on  Calvary; 
Let  the  Gospel 

Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 
a  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness. 
Grant  them,  Lord,  thy  glorious  light; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May   the  morning  chase  the  night. 
And  'redemption. 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 
4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 
May   thy  lasiine  wide  dominions 

Muluply  and  still  increase-, 
Sway  the  sceptre. 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 


MISSIONS.  125 

HYMN  186.    63.  7s.        Missionanj  Symn. 
Jflissionary  Hymn. 

1  "T^ROjI  Greenland's  icj'  nionntaing, 
S.     From  India's  coral  strand; 
Where   Afric's  sunny  fouritains 

Roll  down  their  uolden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Tboush"  every  prospect  pieases, 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In   vain   w'ith    lavish   kindness 

The  sifts  of  God   are  strown; 
The  heathen,  in   his  blindness, 

Pows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall   we,  wjiose  souls  are  lighted 

WUh  wisdom  from   on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men   benighted 

The  Lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation!   Oh  Salvation! 

The  joyful  sound   proclaim, 
Till   eartJi's  remotest  nation 

Has   Icarn'd   Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Til),  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd   nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  Kintr,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign.— Heber. 

HYMN  le7.    323.  S;  9s.        Oakham. 
Mission  to  Palestine. 

THEY  have  cone  to  the  land  where  the  patri- 
archs rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid. 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel,  the  promise  possess'd, 
And  Jehovah,  his  wonders  'lisplay'd: 
41 


126  MISSIONS. 

To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sinners  once   ^ 
trod,  ,  , ,         J  V,  J 

Where  he  labor'd,  and  languish'd,  and  bled; 
Where   he  triumph'd  o'er   death,  and  ascended 
to  God, 
As  he  captive,  captivity  led. 

2  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  gospel's 
glad  sound. 
Sweetly  tuned  by  the  ansels  above. 
Was    re-eclio'd    on    earth,    through   the  regions 
around. 
In  accents  of  heavenly  love; 
Where  the  Spirit  descended  in  tokens  of  name, 

The  rich  gifts  of  his  grace  to  reveal; 
Where    apostles    wrought    signs   in   Immanuels 
name. 
The  truth  of  their  mission  to  seal. 

3  They  have  gone— O,  thou  Shepherd  of  Israel- 
have  gone, 
The  "lad   mission  in  love  to  restore; 
Thou  wilt  not  forsake    them,   nor   leave    them 
alone; 
Thy  blessing  we  humb!y  implore. 
Thy  blessing  "go  with  them— O,  be  thou  their 

From  the'  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly; 
O  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  reveal d 
In  mercy,  in  might,  from  on  high. 

HYMxX  188.     lis.        Daughter  of  Zion. 
Zion  Encouraged. 

1  T\AUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 

Awakerfor   thy  foes  shall    oppress   thee  no 

Bright"'o-^^r  thy  hills    dawns    the   day-star    of 
gladness,  .       ,  _ 

Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o  er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  subdu'd 

them,  .  ...^  -_. 

And  scattet'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far. 


Missioxs.  197 

They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge  that 
pursu'd  them; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of 
war. 
3  Dauffhter  of  Zion,  tlie  pow'r  that  hath  sav'd  thee, 
Extoll'd  with  tlie  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be; 
Sliont!  for  tlie  foo  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is  free. 

HYMiN  189.    7s.         Watchman  tell  us,  {(C. 
Watchmen. 
ATCHMAM  tell  us  of  the  night. 


WATC 
Wl 


'liat  its    si^ns  of  promise  are. 
Traveler!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height. 

See  that  glory  beaming  star! 
WatchaTan!  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Au2ht  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Traveler!   yes,  it  hrinss  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler!   blessedness  and  light, 

Ppace  and  truth,  i*3  course  portendsl 
Watchman!  will   its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveler!  asjes  are  its  own, 

See  it  bursts  e'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman!   tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn 
Traveler!  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  wilhdravv.i. 
Watchman!  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  honifi. 
Traveler!  lo!  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo!  the  Son  of  God  is  come! 

HYMN  190.    8s,  7s,  4s.        Fleming. 
Farewell  to  Missionaries. 
1  f\0,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 
\  vT  Go,   proclaim  Piedeeming  blood; 
Publish  to  that  barb'rous  nation, 
Peace  and  pardon  from  oiu  God: 


128  MISSIONS. 

Tell  the  heatlien, 
None  but  Christ  can  do   them  good. 

2  While  the  gospel  trump  3'ouVe  sounding, 

May   the   Spirit  seal  the  word, 
And,   throu^ii  sov'reijn  grace  abounding, 
Heathen,  how  and  own  the  Lord; 

Idols  leaving, 
God  alone  sliall  be  ador'd. 

3  Distant  tliouch  our  souls  are  blending. 

Still   our   liearts  are   warm  and  true; 
In  our   pray'rs  to   heav'u   ascending, 
Brethren — we'll  renieinber  you; 

Hcav'n    preserve   you. 
Safely  all  your  journey  through. 

4  When   your   mission  here  is  fii>:sh'd, 

And   your  work  on   earth   is  done, 

May  your  souls,  by  grace  replenisli'd, 

Find  acceptance  through  the  Son; 

Thence  admitted, 
Dwell  for  ever  near  his  throne. 

5  Loud  hosannas  now  resoundin?, 

Make  the  I'.eav'nly  arches   ring: 
Grace  to  sinful    ren  abounding, 
Kansom'd  millions  sweetly  sing; 

While  with    rapture. 
All  ador«^,  their  heav'nly  King, — Baldwin. 

HYMN  191.    L.  M.        DuJ;e  Street. 
For  JilissionarT/  .^ssocictions. 

1  \  SSEMBLED  at  thy  great  cominand, 
XI.  Before  thy   face,  dread  King,  we  stand; 
The  voice   that  marshali'd  ev'ry  star, 

Has  caii'd  thy  people  from   afar. 

2  We  meet,  throush   distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which   the   martyrs  bled; 
Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  First,  bow  our  hearts  beneath  thy  sway; 
Then  give  thy  growing  empire   way, 
O'er  wastes  of  sin— o'er  fields  of  blood — 
Till  all  mankind  shall  be  subdu'd. 


MisssoNs.  129 

4  Our  pray'rs  assist— accept  our  praise — 
Our  hopes  revive — our  courage  raise — 
Our  counsels  aid — and  oft!  impart 
The  single  eje — the  faithful  heart! 

5  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Kecall  the  wand'rin^  spirit  home: 
From   Zion's  mount  send  fortit  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

Collyer. 
HYMN  192.     L.  M.        Lyman. 
Restoration  of  Israel.      Jer.  xxxi.  &. 

1  rpHE  trump   of   Israel's  jubilee 

JL    Siirill  sound  aloud   from  Calvary, 
And  bid  tiie  wand'ring  exiles — "  Come, 
"  And  find  in  Zion  still  a  home." 

2  Israel  sliall  hear — that  thrillinsj  sound 
Shall   reach  to  earth's  remotest  bound, 
And  gather  to  that  holy  place 

The  fugitives  of  Jacob's  race. 

3  Their  exil'd  tribes  shall  yet  return, 
Shall  come  to  Calvary  and  mourn; 
And,  bow'd   beneath   Messiah's  sway. 
With  willing  nearts  .lis  rule  obey.— Hyde. 

HYMX  193.    L.  M, 
The  JMonthhj  Concert. 

1  ■pwELIGHTFUL  thousrht!  that  sinners    may 
JlJ  Connnune   with  God,  by  night  and  day, 
And    yet   more  sweet,   that  thousands  now 
Before  his  'Jirone,  in  concert  bow. 

2  Oh,  the  dear  fellowship  of  prayer. 
Its  promises,   how  vast  they   are! 

The  prayer  of   faith  can  make  us  rise, 
On  wings  of  light  above  the  skies. 

3  Great  God,  thy  spirit  now  impart, 
To  lire  with  zeal  each  languid  heart, 
Send  quickly  down,  that  heavenly   dove. 
And  warm   us  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

4  Thy  kingdom  spread,  thy  will   be  done, 
From  rising  to  the  setting  sun; 

Thy  praise  extend  from  sea  to  sea. 
And  fill  the  vast  eternity. 
2  S 


130  MISSIONS. 

5  Be  this  oiir  prayer  in  every  breath, 
Tlirough  life,  an«i   in  the  arn..=  of   death; 
Wliile  saints  on    earth,  and  suints  above, 
Shall  join   to  sing  redeeming    love. 

6  From   distant  climes  may  inrense  rise, 
And    loud  hosannas  pierce  the  skies, 
Till   every  idol  throne  shall   fall. 

And  Christ  be  crown'd  the  Lord  of   all. 
HYMN  194.     C.  M.    8,  7,  4.  Coburn. 

Day-Spring.    Luke  i-  78. 

1  /CHRISTIAN,  see  the  orient  morning 
V— ^  Breaks   along   tno  her.thcn  sky; 
Lo!  th'  expected   day  is  dawninc — 

Glorious   Dav-Syring  from  on  liighl 

Hallelujah"! 
Hail!   tlie  Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

2  Heathens   at   the  sight   are  singing; — 

Morning  wakes  the  tuneful   lays, — 

Precious  ofT'ripgs  thej'  are  hringing- 

First  fruits  of  more  perfect  praise: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  liigh. 

3  Zion's   Sun!  salvation  beamins — 

Gilding   now  tlie  radiant  liills; 
Eise  ar;d  sliine,   till  brighter  gieaming 
All  the  world  thy  glory  fills: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

4  Then   the  vallies,  and  the  mcmtains 

Breaking  forth,  in  joy  shall  sing; 
Tl;en  the   livirig   crj'stai    fountains 
From  the  thirsty  ground  shall  spring: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!   the   Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

5  While  the   wilderness  rejoices, 

Roses  sliall   the  desert  cheer: 
Then  the   dumb  shall  tune  tlieir  voices, 
Blind  shall  .«ee,  the   deaf  shcJl  hear: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the   Day-Spring  from  on  high. 

6  Lord,  of  every  tribe  and  nation. 

Spread  thy  truth  from  polo  to  pole; 


MISSIONS.  131 

Spread  the  light  of  thy  salvation, 
'Till  it  shine  on  every  soul: 

Hallelujah! 
Hail!  the  Day-Spring  from  on  liigh. 

HYMiV  195.     gs,  7s,  4s.         Carlow. 
Latter-duy  Dawning.    Isaiah,  lii.  10, 

1  "fT'ES!  v/e  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 

JL      Joyful  times  are  near  at  lia;-d: 
God,  tlie  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By   his  word  in  ev'ry  land: 

When   lie  cLooses, 
Darkness  flies   at    his  command. 

2  Let  us    hail  the  joyful  season. 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray: 
When   the  Lord  appears,  tliere's  reason 
To  expect  a  glorious  day: 

At   his  presence 
Gloom  and    darkness  flee  away. 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring; 

Whi!e  he  enters  like  a  flood; 
God  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad; 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious; 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand; 
Let  the  gospel*  be  victorious. 

Through  the  world   in  ev'ry  land; 

And   the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

HYMX  I'JG.    8s,  8s,  6s. 
Grace  and  Glory. 

1  /^OME,  brethren  dear,   wiio  know  the  Lord, 
v^  And  taste  the  sweets  of  Jesus'  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on; 
Our  trouijles  and   our  trials  here, 
Wi!l  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  heme. 

2  That  glorious  day   is   rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now   begun, 

Your  61113  he  will  forgive; 


133  CHURCH   MEETINGS. 

O  taste  and  see  that  grace  is  free 
For  all  who  will  the  call  obey, 
O  come  to  Christ  and  live. 

3  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A   Saviour,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  tlieni  all   receive; 
Tsone  are  too  bad  who  do  repent. 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

The  Lo>-d  did  him  relieve. 

4  If  sinners  only   knew  the   Lord, 
And  were   acquainted  with  his   word, 

His  sweet   forgiving   love. 
They'd   rush  thro'  storms  of  every  kind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  tilings  behind, 

To   gain  a  crown   al  ove. 

5  O  there  we'll  reign,  and   praise,  and  sing. 
And  glorify   our  heavenly   king, 

When   all  the  saints  get  lionie: 
Come  on,  come  on,  my   brethren  dear. 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For    Jesus  bids  us  come. 

6  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in   the  skies. 

And   claim  my  mansion  there: 
Now  here's   my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land. 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

CHURCH  MEETINGS. 

HYMN  197.     S.  M.        Watchman 
Praise  for  ConversioJi.     Psalm  xvi.  16. 

1  piOME,    ye   that  fear  the  Lord 
\y  And   listen,  while  I  tell. 
How  narrowly  my  feet  esrap'd 

The  snares  of   death  and  iiell. 

2  The  flattering  joys  of   sense 

Assail'd   my    foolish   lieart, 
While   Satan,  with   malicious  skill, 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke. 

But  fell  to  rise  again; 


CHURCH   MEETINGS.  133 

My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasure  sprung  from  pain 

4  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief, 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

5  At  length  to  God  I  cried; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh; 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd; 

My  bleeding  wounds  he   heal'd; 
Pardon'd   my  sins;  and,  with   a  smile, 
The  gracious  pardon  scal'd. 

7  O!   may   I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God; 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

Dr.  S.  Stennett. 

HYMX  193.    C.  M.        Eastport. 
.Bpostacy — uill  ye  also  go  away! 

1  TT7HEN  any  turn  from   Zion's  way, 

VV    (Alas!   what  numl  ers  do!) 

Methtnks   I  hear  my   Saviour  say, 

"  Wilt  thou   forsake  me  too?" 

2  Ah,   Lord!   with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unle.=5  thou   hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I   must,  I   shall  decline, 
And   prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Yet  thou   alone  hast  pow'r,  I  know, 

To   save  a  wretch   like    me; 
To  whom,  or  whither   could   I  go, 
If   I  should   turn   from  thee? 

4  Bevond  a    doubt,  I  rest   assur'd 

thou   art  the    Christ  of   God; 
Who   liast  eternal   life  secur'd 
By  promise  and  by  Hood; 

5  The  help  of  men  and   angels  join'd 

Could  never  reach  my  case; 

Nor  can  I  liope  relief   to  find. 

But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 


134  cnuRcn  meetings. 

6  No  voice  but  tliinc  can  give  me  rest, 

And   liid  my  fears   depart: 
No    love  I  ut  thine  can  make  me  bless'd, 
And  satisfy   my  heart. 

7  Wliat  an^uisli  Jias  tliat  question  stirr'd — 

If   I  will  also  {TO? 
Yet,   Lord,  relying  on  tliy  word, 
I  huuii)ly  answer,  No! 

HYMN  199.  C.  M.        jMedJield. 

^fficulties  in  the  way  of  Duty  surmounted.  Hinder 

vie  not.  Cen.  xxiv.  56. 

1  TN  all  my   Lord's  appointed  ways, 
JL  My  journey   I'll    pursue; 

Hinder   me  not,    ye   niucli-lov'd    saints, 
For  I  must  go    with  you. 

2  Tlirough  duty,  and   through  trials  too, 

I'll   go  at  his  command; 
Hinder   me  not,  for   I  am  bound 
To  my   Immancel's  land. 

3  And  when  my    Saviour  calls  me  home. 

Still   this   my  cry  shall   be, 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  dcatli, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

HYiMN  200.    L.  M.        Ward. 
JVot  Jishamed  of    Christ. 

1  TESlJPf  and  shall  it  ever  be 

•I    A  mortal    man  asham'd  of  thee! 
Ashain'd  of   thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days! 

2  Asham'J  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He   sheds  the  beams  of  licht  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  niidnicl-.t  be  asham'd  of  noon: 
'Tis  midnight   with  my  soul  till  he 
Bright  Morning  Star!  bids  darkntss  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
No;  when   I  "blush— be  this  my  shame, 
Ttiat  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 


CHURCH   MEETINGS.  135 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt   to  wasli  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,   no  pood  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  ray  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  hoast  a  Saviour  slain! 
And  oh,  may   this  my  glory   be. 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  mel — Gregg, 

HYMN  201.     L.  M.        Lindon. 
A    Welcome  to  Christian  Friends— At  Meeting. 

1  TT'IXDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
JlV  a  hearty  welcome  here  receive: 
May  we  together  now   partake 

Tlie  jojs 'which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you   and   us  by  <:race  'tis  giv'n. 

To   know  tl'.e  Saviour's  precious  name; 
And   shortly  we  sliall    meet  in  heav'n. 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our   end,  the  same. 

3  May  he,   by  whose  kind  care  we  meet. 

Send   his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet. 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 
Who   liv'd,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We'll   talk  of   a'.l   he  did  and  said, 

And  s'UTer'd  for  us   here  below; 
The   path   he  mark'd   for  us   to  tread. 
And  what   he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away. 

We'll   love,  and   wonder,   and  adore; 
And  hasten  on   the  glorious  day, 
When  v,e  shall  meet  to   part  no  more. 
J^'cicton. 

HYMN  203.    C.  M.        Downf. 
Heaven. 
1   JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home 
O    Oh,  how  I  long  for  theel 
10 


136  CnURCH   MEETINGS. 

When  wili  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when   shall  I  see? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  srlorioiis  to   behold; 
Thy  <,'ates  are  richly  sol  with   pearl, 
Thy  streets  are   pav'd  with   gold. 

3  If  heav'n  he  ihiu  glorious,   Lord, 

Why  should   I  stay  from   tlience. 
What   folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go   from  hence! 

4  Keach  down,  reach  down  thhie  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabhaths  never  end. 

5  There  we  shall  meet  and  no  more  part, 

And  heav'n  shall  ring  with  praise, 
While  Jesus'  love   hi  ev'ry  lieart 
Shall  tune  the  song  of  grace. 

6  Millions  of  years  around  may  run, 

Our  sous  shall  still  "ro  on; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  three  h\  one. 

HYMN  203.    L.  M.         Uxhridge. 
Pilgrim's  Farewell. 

,J  T7AREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
J^    I   have  no  home  or  stay  with  you; 
I'll  take  my  stalf  and  travel  on. 
Till  I  a  better  world  can  view; 

Fareu'ell,  farewell,  farewell 
My  loving  friends  farewell. 
2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along. 
Nor  waits  for  mortals  rare  or  bliss, 
1   leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  S;c. 
S  Farewell,  my  hrethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound   in  cords  of   love; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  Boon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  ^c 


CHURCH   MEETINGS,  137 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crowa  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 
Farewell,  d^c. 

5  Firewell,   re  youthful  sons  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you: 
Yet  dauntless  keep   the  heav'nly  road, 

'Till  Canaan's  I^appy  land   you  view. 

Fight  on,  fiuht   on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinner  too, 

It  sjrieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 
Eternal  veti_'cance  waits  for   you; 

O  turn  and  find  salvation   near. 

O  turn,    O  turn,  O  turn. 
And  find  salvation   near. 

HYMN  204    Ts.  6s.        Mssionanj  Hymn. 
The  Holy  City. 

1  rpHERE  is  a   holy  city, 
X.   i\   happy   world  above, 
Beyond  tlie  starry  rcsions. 

Built  by  the  God  of  love: 
An  everlasting    temple. 

And  saints  array'd  in  white. 
They  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 

They  dwell  with  him  in   light. 

2  That  is  no  world  of   trouble. 

The  God  of  peace  is  there. 
He  wipes  away  their   S()rrows, 

He  banishes  their  care; 
Their  joys  are  si  ill  increasing, 

Their  songs  are  ever  new, 
They  praise  the  eternal   Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3  The  meanest  child  of   glorj' 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendor 

Of  that  eternal  throne; 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty! 
The  elders  fall  before  liini. 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 


138  crrcRcii  meeti.vgs. 

4  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrow?, 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar, 
Condemii'd  by  haughty  Herod, 

And   by  his  men  of  war? 
He  seems  a  mighty  conqweror. 

Who  spoil 'd  the  powers    below, 
And   ransom'd   many  rapt  Ives 

From  everlasting  woe. 

5  The  hosts  of   saints  around  him. 

Proclaim    his   work   of   srace; 
The  patriarclis  and   propliets, 

And   all   the  godly  rare; 
Some  speak  of  fiery  trials. 

And  tortures  on  their  way, 
They  came  from   tribulation, 

To   everlasting  day. 

HYMxV  205.    C.   P.   M.        Sommerville. 
Christian  Evcourcgemcnt. 

1  (^OJ^fE  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
^-^  My  comrades  thronsxh   the  v.ilderness, 

Who  still   your  bodies   feel: 
Awhile   foruet  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And   look  bevond  this  vale  of  tears. 

To  that  celestial  Jjill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
L-ook  forward   to    that   heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode; 
On   faith's  strong  casle  pinions  rise. 
And   force  your  passnire  to   the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall   before   liis  fare  appear. 

And   at  his  side  sit  down; 
To  patient    faith  the  prize  is  sure; 
And  all   that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  tJie  crown. 

4  Thrice   blessed  bliss-inspiring  hope, 
It  lifts  the    fainting   spirits  up; 

It  bimss  to  life  the  dead! 
Our  conflicts  here  shail  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last 

Triumphant  with  our  bead. 


lord's  supper.  139 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity, 

We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise. 
And   wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

6  The  Father,  shining  on  his  throne; 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  Spirit  one  and    seven; 
Conspire  our  rapture  to  complete; 
And  lo!  we  fall   before  his  feet, 

And  silence   heightens  heaven. 

7  In  liope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 
Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 

And  at  thy  footstool  fall. 
Till  thou  our  hidden    iife   reveal. 
Till  thou   our  ravish'd  spirits  fill, 

And  God  be  all  in  all. 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 

HYMN  205.    C.  M.        Litckfield. 
^n  Invitation  to  the  Gospel  Feast.      Luke  xiv.  22 

1  TT'E  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

JL    I?eh<)id  a  royal  feast! 
Where  Mercy  spreads   her  bounteous  store, 
For  every   humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms: 

He  calls,   he  bids  you  come: 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms; 
But  see  there  yet  Is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  and  pity   meet; 

Nor   will  he  bid  the  uoul   depart 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Fatiier  reconciled, 

Invites  your  souls  to   come; 

The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 

And   kindly  welcom'd  home. 

5  Oh,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love; 


140  lord's  suppee. 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  noliler  joys  above. 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  tli'  eternal  throne. 
Ten   thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In    ecstacies  unk;iovvn. 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come: 
Ye   Icn^'ing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. — Steele. 

HY5LV  207.     L.  M.         Uibridge. 
Christ  Dying,  Rising  and  Reignivg. 

1  TTE  dies!   the  friend   of  sinners  dies! 
XI  Lo!   Salem's  daughters  weep  aroundl 
A  solemn   darkness  veils  the  skies! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground! 
Come,  saints,  and  drop   a  tear  or  two, 

For  hiiu  who  groan'd  I  encatli  your  load; 
Ee  slied  a   thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of   richer   blood! 

2  Here's  love  and  grief   beyond   degree, 

The  Lord  of   glory   dies  for  men! 
But  lo!   what  sudden  joys  we   see, 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the"  tomb! 

Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  flies, 
Cherubic  legions  g;;ard    him   home. 

And  shout  liim  welcome  to  the  skies! 

3  Break  off   your  tears,    ye  saints,  and  telJ, 

How   high  our   great  Deliv'rer   reigns; 
Sing  how   lie  spoil'd   the  liosts  of  hell, 

And  led   the  monster,  death,  in  chains! 
Say,    "Live  forever,   wondrous  King, 

'Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
Then  ask  the  monsier,  "  Wiiere's  thy  stingi 

"And  Where's  thy  vict'ry  boasting  crave." 
Watts. 

HYMN  208.    C.  M.        Carinth. 

The  JVonders  of  Redemption. 
1    A  ND   did  th.e  holy  and  the  just, 
XX  The  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 


lord's  supper.  141 

Stoop  dcwn  to  wietcliedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  worms  miglil  rise? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant   throne   on  high, 
(Surprising  mercy!  love  unknown!) 
To  suffer,  bleed  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead; 
For  man,   (oli,  miracle  of  grace) 
For    man   the  Saviour  bled! 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 

In   thy  atoning  blood! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd   from  bell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

5  Jesus,  n.y  soul  adoring  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  power  to  me! 

6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart, 

For  favors  so  divine? 
Oh,  take  my  all — this  worthless  heart. 
And  make  it  only  thine. — Steele. 

HYMX  209.    C.  M.        Fulton. 
Room  at  the   Gorpel  Feast.        Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  'T^HE  King  of   heaven  his  table  spreads, 
JL    And  dainties  crown  the   board; 

Not  Paradise   with   all   its  joys. 
Could  such  delight  afford.' 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are   -liven; 
Through  the  rich  blood   that    Jesus  shed. 
To   raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Ye  hungry    poor,  that  long  have  stray'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come; 
Come  from  jour  most  obscure  retreats. 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

4  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here; 
And  millions  more  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 
42 


149  lord's  supper. 

5  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled    world, 
O'erfi',1  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  tiiinfrs  are  ready;  come  away, 

Nor   weak  excuses  frame, 
Crowd  to  your   places  at  the  feast, 
And  hless  the  Founder's  aame.— Doddridge. 

HYMX  210.     C.  M.        Paxton. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  nr^O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 
JL    Awake  the  sacred  soivjl 

Oh,  may  his  love  (immortal   flame!) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart    and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  flioujrht  can    reach? 

What   mortal    toncue  display? 
Imasinatioii's  utmost  stretch 
In   wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left   his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the   hrioiht  realms  of  bliss. 
And  came  to  earth   to  bleed  and  die! 
Was  ever  love  like   this? 

4  Dear   Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humblu  thanks  to   thee. 

May  ev'ry  heart  with  raptnre  say, 

"The   Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful    theme, 

Fill  ev'ry   heart  and   touLnie, 
Till  stransers  love  thy   charmin?  name. 
And  join  tlie  sacred  song. — Steele. 

HYxMN  211.     H.  M.        Iloplinton. 
j9  Sovg  of    Praise  to  Christ. 

1  /"IGME,    every   pions  heart, 

KJ  That   loves  the  Saviour's  name. 

Your  JioMest    powers  exert. 
To  celebrate  his  fame: 
Tell  all   above,  and  all  below. 
The  debt  of  love,  to    him  you  owe. 

2  Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 

And  such  his  love  for  }0V, 


LORD*S    SUPPER.  143 

He  nobly  undertook 

What  Gahrie!  could  not  do: 
His  ev'iy  deed  of   love  and  grace, 
All  words  exceed  and  thoughts  surpass. 

3  He  left  his   starry    crown, 

And    laid  his  robes  aside; 
On  win^s  of   love  came  down, 

And  wept,   and  bled,  and  died! 
What  he   endured,  oli!    who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls   from   death  and  hell! 

4  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose. 

The  mansions   of   the  dead; 
And  thence  his    mighty   foes, 

IiT  glorious  triumph   led: 
Up   through   the  sky   the  conq'ror   rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

5  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay. 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day: 
There  shall  we  see   his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 

6  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  tliy  love; 
Yet  tell  us  how   we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve; 
Our  hearts,   our  all,  to  thee  we  give; 
The  gift,  though  small,  thou   wilt  receive. 
Dr.  S.  Stennett 

HYMN  2] 2.    C.  M.         Sicilian  Hymn. 
Qrateful  Recollection. — Ebenezer.     1   Sam.  vii.  12. 

1  /^OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
\-y  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace, 
Streams  of   mercy,  never  ceasine. 

Call  for  sonus  of  loudest  praise; 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  ilamiiig  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — oh,  tix  me  on  it, 

Mouitt  of  God's    unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

,  Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 


144  lord's  suiter. 

And  I  hope  by  thy  gouu  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  heme: 
Jesus  sou^lit  me  wlion  a  stranger, 

Wand'iing  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  save  niy  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 
3  O!  to  ^race,  how  great   a   debtor 

Daily   I'm    constrain'd    to  be! 
Let  tliat  trrace,   Lord,   like  a  fetter, 

Bind    my  wand'ring  lieart  to  thee! 
Prone   to  wander.   Lord,  I   feel   it; 

Prone   to   leave  the  God  I   love — 
Here's    my  lieart,   Lord,  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  thy   courts  above. — Robinson 

HYMN  213.    L.  M.        Sterling. 
The  Saviour's  Ascension. 

1  /^UR  Lord   is  risen   from  the  dead, 
\J  Our  Jesus  is  pone  up   on   high; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell   are  captive  led, 

Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky! 

2  There   his    triumplial   chariot  waits, 

And  rngels   chant  the   solemn   lay: 
"  Lii't  up  your   heads,  ye  leav'nly  gates! 
"  Ye   everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

3  Loose  all  your   bars   of   massy   light. 

And  v.'idc  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right; 
Seceivc  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "Who  is  the  King   of  Glory,  who?" 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame. 
The   world,  sin,    death,   and   hell    o'erthrevir, 
And  Jesus  is  the  conq'ror's  name. 

5  Lo!  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay. 

"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates! 

"  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

6  "  Who  is  thin   King  of   Glory,   who?" 

The  Lord  of    l;oundless  power  possess'd, 
The   King  of  saints  and  angels  too 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd! 


lord's  supper.  145 

HYMN  214.    7s,  63,  Sf  1  8.        Amsterdam 
Christ  Crucified. 

1  TTAIN,  delusive  worid,  adieu, 

V      With  all  of  creature-good; 
Only    Jesus    I  pursue. 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride, 
Only   Jesus   will   I   know, 

And  Jesus  crucify' d. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'Tig  all    but  vanity: 
Clirist,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for   me! 
Me  to  save  from  endless   wo 

The  sin-atoning   Victim  died! 
Only   Jesus  v/ill  I   know. 

And  Jesus  crucify'd! 

3  Here  will   I  set  up  my  rest; 

My   fluctuating  heart 
From  tlie  haven   of  his  breast 

Shall  never    more  depart: 
Whither   should   a   sinner  go? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide: 
Only  Jesus  will  I   know. 

And  Jesus  crucify'd! 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  witliout  end; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On   Jesus  to    depend; 
Daily   in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide, 
Only   Jesus  will   I   know, 

And   Jesus  crucify'd! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite. 

This  saving  truth  to  prove: 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height 

And  depth  of   Jesus'  love! 
Fain  I   would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply'd; 
Only  Jesus  wiil  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucify'd.— C?«r,v^. 
2T 


146  MORNING.    . 

MORNING. 

HYMN  215.    L.  M.        RocUngham. 

The  Benefit  of   Prayer. 
'HAT  various  liind ranees  we  meet, 


w",r 


coinin?  to  ll:e  mercy   seat; 
Yet  who  that  knows  tlie  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wislics  to  be  often  there. 
)  Praver   makes   tlse  darkest  clouds  withdraw, 
Prayer  rlini!)S  tlie  ladder  Jacob  saw. 
Gives    exercise  to   faitli   and  love. 
Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 
8  Restrainins  prayer,   we  rcnse  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armor  bright. 
And   Satan  trem'iles  when  he   sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon   his  knees. 
4  When  Moses  stood   with  arms  spread  wide. 
Success  was  found  on   Israel's  side: 
But  when   through   weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prcvail'd. 
6  Have  you  no  words?  ah,  tliink  again. 
Words  flow  apace   wl'en   you   complain, 
And   fill  your  fellow  creatures'  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of   all  your  care. 
6  Were  half  the  breath  tlnis  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplications  sent, 
Our  cheerful  soncs  would  oftener  be. 
Hear  what  the   Lord  has   done   for  me. 
HYMN  216.     S.  M.        Lisbon. 
A  Morning  Hymn. 
«EE  how  the  mounting  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  ev'ry  brighl'ning  ray 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its   heav'nly   parent  sing: 

And  to  its  great  original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  caro; 


'S' 


EVENING.  147 

I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind   preserver  near. 

4  Thus   does  thine  arm  support 

This    weak  defenceless  frame; 
But  whence  these  favors,  Lord,  to   me, 
All  wortiiless  as   I  am? 

5  Oh!  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my   God? 
This  feeble  spirit   pants  beneath 
The  pieasing,  painful  load. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 

I  bring  my   sacrifice; 
Tinsr'd.  with  tliy  blood,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the    skies. 

7  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,   O  Lord,  to  thee; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

EVENING. 

HYMN  217.    L.  M.        Alferton. 
An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  r^LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
Vjr  For  all   the  blessings  of  the  light; 
Keep  me,   O  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thy  own  almighty   wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear   Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done. 
That,  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach   me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  httle  as    my  bed; 
Teach  me  to  die    that   so   I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee   repose. 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eye-lids  close; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  He, 

My  soul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  supply: 


48  EVENING. 

Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest. 
No  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest. 
Praise  God,  Sfc. 

HYMX  218.    8s,  Cs.        Lancshoro'. 
Heaven  Supremely  Desirable. 

1  HTHIS  world  is  poor  from   sliore  to  shore, 
X   And   like  a  baseless  vision. 

Its  lofty   domes  and   liriilirint  ore, 
And  gems  and   crowns   arc  vain  and  poor, 
There's  nothing   rich  but  heaven. 

2  Fine   cold   will   change,  and  diamonds  fade. 

Swift   wings   to   wealth  are   given: 
All    varying  time  our  forms  invade — 
The  seasons  roll,  light  sinks  in  shade; 

There's   nothing    lasts  but  heaven. 

3  Empires  decay,  and  nations  die. 

Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given; 
The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie. 
Death  reigns  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky- 

There's  nothing  lives  but   heaven. 

4  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 

Shall   be  to  atoms  riven; 
The  skies  consume,  the    planets  fall. 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball — 

There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

5  A  stranger  lonely   here  I  roam. 

From    place  to  place  I'm   driven; 
My  friends  are  gone  and   I'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  all  a  lonely    tomb — 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

6  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 

My   sins  are  all   forgiven; 
Triumphant  grace  has   quelled  my   fears, 
Roll  on,  thou  Sun,  fly  swift  my  years, 

I'm  on  my  way  to   heaven. 


TIME    AND   ETERNITY.  149 

TIME  AND  ETERNITY. 

HYMN  219.    L.  M.        Blendon. 
The  Wisdom  of  Redeeming  Time.     Eph.  V.  15—16. 

1  /^OD  of  eternity,  from  thee 

vT  Did  infant  Time  his  being  draw; — 
Moments,  and   days,  and  nionihs,  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried   law. 

2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away; 

Steady  and   strong  the  current  flows; 
Lost   in   eternity's  wide  sea — 
The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

3  With  if  the  thoushtless  sons  of  men, 

Before  the  rapid  streams  are  borne, 
On  to  the  everlasting  home, 
Whence  not  one  soul   can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet,  while  the  shore  on  either  side 

Presents  a  gaudy  fiatt'ring  show, 
We   gaze,  in  fond   amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to   what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  source  of   wisdom!   teach  my   heart 

To  know  the  price  of  ev'ry   hour; 
That   time  may  bear  me   on  to  joys, 
Beyond  its  measure,  and  its  power. 

Doddridge. 

HYMX  220.    7s.         Grant. 
The  Saint    Happy  in    being  entirely  at  the  Dispo- 
sal of  his  God.     Jily  Times  are  in  thy  Hand, 
Psalm  xxxi.  15;  xxxiv.  1. 

1  QOV'REIGX  Euler  of  the   skies! 
lO  Ever  gracious,   ever   wise! 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand — 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  His  decree  who  formed  the  earth, 
Fix'd    my  first  and  second   birth: 
Parents,  native  place,  and  time — 
All  appointed  were  by  him. 

3  He  that  formed  me  in  the  womb. 
He  shall  guide  me  to  the  tomb: 


150  TIME    AND   ETERMTV. 

All  my  times  shall  ever  be 
Order'd  by  his  wise  decree. 

4  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health; 
Times  of   penury  and  wealth; 
Times  of    trial  and  of  prief; 
Times  of   triumph  and   relief. 

5  Times  the  tempter's   power  to  prove; 
Times    to  taste  a  Saviour's   love; 
All  must  conic,  and   last,  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend; 

6  Pla;.'ue?  and  deaths   around  me  fly; 
Till    he   hids,  I   cannot   dio; 

Kot  a  sin^ile  shaft  can   hit, 
Till   the  God   of   love  sees  fit. 

7  Oh,  thou   Gracious,   Wise  and  Just, 
In  thy   hands  my  life  I   trust; 
Have   I  somewhat  dearer  still? 

I   resign  it  to  tl.y  will. 

8  May  I  always  own  thy   hand- 
Still  to  thee  surrender'd  stand; 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 

I  and   mine  are  all  thy  own. 

9  Thee  at  all   times,  will   I  bless; 
Havin?  thee,  I  all   possess; 
How  can   I   bereaved  he. 

Since  1  cannot  part  with  thee? — Dr.  Ryland. 

HYMN  221.     S.  M,        rnverness. 

Divine  J\Iercies   in   constant  Succession.     Sara.  iil. 

^2— 23. 

1  TTOW  various  and  how  new 
Jtl  Are   thy  compas:sions.  Lord! 

Each  morning  shall  thy   njercies  show — 
Each  night  thy  truth  record. 

2  Thy  goodness   like  the  sun, 

Dawii'd   on  our  early  days, 

Ere   infant   reason  had  heL'iin 

To  form  our  lips  to  praise. 

3  Each  object  we  belield 

Gave  pleasure  to  our  eyes; 

And  nature  all  our  senses  held 

la  bands  of  sweet  surprise. 


TIMB   iJST)   ETERNITY.  1.51 

4  But  pleasures  move  refined 

Awaited  that  bless'd  day, 
When  light  arose  upon  our  m!nd, 
And  chas'd  our  eins  away. 

5  How  new  thy  mercies,  then. 

How  sov'reign  and  how  freel 
Our  souls  that  had  been  dead  in  sifl. 
Were  made  eiive  to  thee — Stennett. 

HYMN  222.    S.  M.        Stonington. 
Divine  Mercies  in  constant   Succession.    Sam.   iii 
22—23. 
1  TVrOW  we  expect  a  day 
1 1  Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  death   shall  bear  our  souls  away, 
Te  realms  of  light  and   bliss. 
£  Tliere  rapfrous  scenes  of  joy 
Shall  burst  upon  our  sight; 
And  ev'ry  pain,  and  tear  and  sigh, 
Be  drown'd  in  endless  light. 

3  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

Oh,  Sun  of  Righteousness! 
Our  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

4  Nor  shall  that  radiant  day, 

So  joyfully  begun, 
In  ev'ning  shadows  die  away, 
Beneath  the  setting  sun. 

5  How  various  and  how  new 

Are  thy  compassions  Lord! 

Eternity  thy  love  shall  show, 

And  all  thy  truth  record. 

HYMN  223.    L.  M. 
Eternity  Joyful  and  Tremendous. 

1  TT'TERNITY  is  just  at  hand! 

X-J  And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand. 
And  careless  view  departing  day. 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away? 

2  Eternity! — tremendous  sound! 

To  Eouls  who  have  not  Jesus  found: 
11 


159  TIME    AND   ETERXITV. 

But  Ob!  if  Christ  and  heaven  bo  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents!  liow  divine! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,    my  only  care, 
My  hi^li  pursuit,  my  eirdent  prayer; 
An  in'trest  in  the  kjaviour's  i)!ood — 

My  pardon  Bcal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  Rut  should  my  briglitest    hopes  be  vaini 
Tlie  rising  doubt  how  sharp  its  paini 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God!   remove; 
Speak  me  an  oi>ject  of  tliy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord!  oh,  search,  my  inmost  hear' 
And  light,  and    hope,  and   joy,  impart; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me   safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

HYMN  224.    H.  M.        Harwich. 
The  Midnight  Cry.    Matt.  ziv.  6. 

1  "TTE  virgin  souls  arise! 

JL    "With  all  the  dead  awake; 
Unto  salvation  wise, 
Oil  in  your  vessels  take: 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  tiie  heavenly  bridegroom  nlgb. 

2  He  comes,  he  comes  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all, 

Who  meet  for  glory  are: 
Make  ready  for  your  free  rev/ard; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord 

3  Go  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  friend; 
Your  head  to  glorify. 

With  all  his  saints  ascend: 
Ye  poor  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace, 
To  see,  without  a  vtil,  his  face. 

4  Ye— that  have  here  rcreiv'd 

The   unction  from  above, 
And  in  his  spirit  liv'd. 

And    thirsted  for  his  love; 
Jesus  shall  claim   you  for  Iiis  brldet 
Il^ice  with  all  the  sanctified. 


TIME    AXD    ETERNITV.  153 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  liope 

Of  thai  great  daj'   unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 

To  stand   before  liis  tlirone; 
Call'd  to  partake  the  marriage  feast, 
And  lean  on  our  liuinanuel's  breast. 

6  The  everlastin:?  doors  .^. 

Sliail  soon  the  saints  receive. 
Above  those  angel  powers, 
In  glorious  joy  to  live; 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
With  God  eternahy  shut  in. 

7  Then  het  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome   sound:— 
To  see  our  Lord  appear. 
May  we  be  watching  found, 
Enrob'd  in  righteousness  divine, 
In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine. 

Toplady. 
HYMxV  225.     S.  M.        Paddington. 
Preparation  for  Death.     Matt.  sxiv.  45. 

1  "PREPARE  me,  giacious  Godl 
X     To  stand  before  thy  face; 
Thy  Spirit  must  the  work  perform. 

For  it  is  all  of  grace. 

2  In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 

And  wash  me  in  his  blood; 
So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy, 
Among  the  sons  of  God. 

3  Do  thou  my  sins  subdue. 

Thy  sov'reign  love  make  known; 
The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 
And  save  me  in  thy  Son. 

4  Let  me  attest  thy  power. 

Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 
Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
Of  everlasting   love.—  Toplady. 

HYMN  226.    83,  73,  4s.        Oliphant. 

The  Grave;  or,  Christ  a  Guide  through  Death  to 

Glory. 

1  piUIDE  me,   O  thou  great  Jehovah! 

vT  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 


154  TIME    AND    ETERNITY. 

I  am  weak,  bm  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  band; 
Bread  of  heav'n, 
Feed   me  till  I  want  no  more, 
2  Open  tbou  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow: 
^.         Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 
*'  Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid   mv  anxious  fears  subside; 
Death  ot"  deaths,  and  hsli'3  destruction, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  sidei 
Songs  of  praises  J 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN  227.    lis.    Prescott, 
I  Koxild  not  live  altcay. 

1  T  WOULD  not  live  alway:  I   ask  not  to  stay 
A  Where   storm  after    storm    rises    dark   o'er 

the  way; 
The  few  lurid"  morninss  that  dawn  on  us  here. 
Are    enough  for  life's"  woes,  full    enough    for 

its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  hy  sin; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within: 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is   mingled    with 

fears. 

And   the    cup  of  thanksgiving   with   penitent 
tears. 

3  I   would   not  live   alway;    no— welcomo    the 

tomb,  [gloom; 

•Since  Jesus  hath  Iain  there,  I  dread  not  its 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  haU   him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  woiild  live  alway,  av/ay  from  bi? 

Godj 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode. 
Where  the   rivers    of    pleasure   flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide   of  glory  eternally  reigna; 


T  ^■ 


TIME    AND    ETERNITY.  155 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their    Saviour   and    brethren,    transported    to 

greet; 
While  tlie  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  rdl, 
And    the  smile   of  the    Lord  is   the  feast    of 
the   soul! 

HYMN  228.     P,  M.        Columbus. 
Time  and  Eternity. 
I  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand. 
Yet    how  insensible! 
A   point  of  time — a  moment's  space — 
Removes  me  to  yon   heav'nly   place, 
Or — shuts  me  up   in  hell! 

2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply   on  my   thoughtless  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late — 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me   place,  in  bright  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy   bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there. 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With   holy  trembling,   holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 
And  to  the  end  endure! — Wesley. 

HYMN  229.     7s.        Benevento. 
Reflections  at  the  End  of  the  Year. 

'HILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  thair  race   have  run. 

Never   more  to  meet  us  here: 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

T'hey  have  done  with  all  below; 
We   a  little  longer   wait; 
But  Iiow  little— none  can  know. 


W 


156  TIME    AND    ETERNITY. 

2  Spared  to   see  another  year, 

Let  thy  blessing  meet  us  here: 
Come,  thy   dving   work   revive, 

Bid  thv  drooping   garden  thrive; 
Sun  of  risihtcousncss,  arise! 

Warm   bur  hearts,  and  bless  our   eyes: 
Let  our  prayer  thy  pity   move: 

Make  this   year  a  time  of  love. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sir  i  renew; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,   how  to   live 

With  eternity  in  view; 
Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young, 

Fill  us   with    a  Saviour's  love; 

When  our  life's  short   race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  tliee  above.— JVcwfon. 

HYMN  230.    L.  M.         Talbot. 

Eternity.— 5 er.  X.  10. 

1  T7TERN1TY!  stupendous  theme! 

JCi  Compar'd  herewith  our  life's  a  dream: 

Eternity!  O  awful  sound! 

A  deep,  where  aU  our  thouglits  are  drown  d!  • 

2  Yes,  an  eternity  there  Is 

Of    dreadful   woe,  or  joyful  bliss; 
And,  swift  as  time   fultils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity   are  bound, 

3  What  countless  millions  of   mankind 
Have   left  this  fleeting  world  behind! 
They're  gone,  but  where?  abl  stop  and  see; 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity! 

4  And  is  eternity  so   near? 

And  must  we  very  soon  be  there? 
Sinner— ah!  whii'.ier  wilt  thou  flee; 
Or  how  avoid  eternity? 

5  Canst  thou  forever  bear  to  dwell 
In  all  the  fi'ry  deeps  of  hcl!; 

And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee, 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity! 

6  Ye  gracious  souls,  with  joy  look  up; 
In   Christ   rejoice,  your  glorious  hope; 
This    everlasting  bliss  secures; 

God  and  eternity  are  yonrs.— Medley. 


FtTNERAL,  157 

HYMN  231.    C.  M.        Lurena 
Church  on  earth  and  heaven  but  one, — Eph.  iii.  1a 

1  /^OME  let   us  join  our  friends  above, 
Vy  That  have  obtain'd  the  prize; 

And  on  the  eagle-wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise, 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing; 

With  those  to  glory   gone: 
For  all  the  servants   of  our  King 
In  heav'n  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  Church,  above,  beneath; 
Though   now   divided    by   the   stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army    of  the   living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the    flood, 
And    part  are  crossing  now. 

5  How  many  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly! 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And   soon  exppct  to  die. 

6  Dear   Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide, 

Then,  when   tlie  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  and  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

FUNERAL. 

HYMN  232.    8s.        A'-orthampton. 
Death  of  a  Sister. 

1  5nniS  finish'd!  the  conflict  is  past, 

-L   The  heaven-born  spirit  is   fled; 
Her  wish   is  accomplish'd    at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with   the  dead. 
The  months  of   affliction    are  o'er. 

The   days  and  the  nights   of  distress; 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 

She's  gained   her  happy  release. 

2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain. 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now; 
43 


158  FUNERAL. 

For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gaio, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life   when  below, 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  min'ile  with  angels  ol   light, 
And  dwell  iu   the  kingdom  of  love. 
3  The  victory  now  is  obtain'd; 

She's   gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  see; 
Her  wishes  she   fully  has  gain  d— 

She's  now  where  she  longed  to  bc. 
Then  let  us  forbear  to  couiplam,         . 

That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sigm. 
We  soon  shall  behold   her  ai,'ain. 
Witll  new  and  redoubled  delight. 
HYMN  233,    L.  M.        Hebron, 
Triumph  over  Death. 

1  rpHE  hour  of  my  departure's  QOme, 

J.   I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home 
At  last,  oh,  Lord,  let  trouble  cease. 
And  let  thy  servant  die  m  peacel 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  combat's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won; 
And   now  my  witness  is  on  high. 
And  now   my  record's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust— 
I  bow  before  thee  in  the  dust. 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone, 
I  look  for  mercy  at  thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear. 
Save  for  the   friends  1    held  so  dear: 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless,   prove  a  friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come  at  thy  command; 
I   "ive   my  spirit  to   thy  hand- 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come; 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home; 
Now,  oh,  ray  God!  let  trouble  cease. 
Now   let  thy  servant  die  m  peace. 


FUNERAL.  159 

HYMN  234.    L.  M.        Ward. 

The  Peaceful  Death  of  the  Righteous. 

1  QWEET  ig  tbe  scene  when  Christiana  die, 
O  When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest: 

How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breastl 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  awaj', 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  ej^e  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along   the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 

Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing, 

0  grave!  where  is  thy   victory  now. 

And  where,  O  death,  where  is  thy  stingl 

HYMN  235.    C.  M.    double.        Fulton. 
Hope  of  an  Immortal  Crown. 

1  \  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
xx    And  let  it  faint  and  die. 

My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
And  soar  'o  worlds  on  high, 

Shall  join  the  disemhoUy'd  saints, 
And  find  its  long  sought  rest. 

That  only   bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the   Redeemer's  breast; 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up   and  down. 

And  smile  at   toil  and  pain: 
I   sutler  on   my   threescore   years, 

'Till  my  deliverer   come. 
And  wipe  away   his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  done  for  mel 

Before    my  ravish'd  eyes. 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see. 

And  trees  of  paradise! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright. 

Who  taste   the  pleasures  there! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless   white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 


J  60  FUNERAL. 

4  O  what  are  all  my    suflerlngs  here, 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  nic  meet, 
With   that  cnraptur'd  host   t'  appear, 

And   worship  at  thy    feet. 
Give  joy   or  grief,  give    ease   or  pain: 

Take  life  or  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  them  all   again 
In   tliat  eternal  day. 
HYMN  236.     12s,  and  Hs.        Scotland. 
A  Funeral  Hymn. 

1  'T'HOU    art  gone  to    the  grave— but  we  will 
-L  not  dejilore  thee. 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 

tomb;  [before   thee, 

The   Saviour  has   pass'd    through    its    portals 

And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom. 

2  Thou    art  gone  to   the    grave — we    no   longer 

heboid  thee,  [thy   side; 

Nor  tread    the   rough  paths  of  the  world  hy 

But    the    wide  arms  of   mercy   are  spread   to 

enfold  thee,  [hath  died. 

And    sinners   may  hope,  since  the    Saviour 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — and  its  mansion 

forsaking,  [long: 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  linger'd 

But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beani'd  bright  on 

thy   waking,  [scrn|)him's  song. 

And    the    sound   thou    didst    hear  was    the 

HYMN    237.     C.  M.        EastpoH. 

Death  and  Jtidfrnient  appointed  for  all.  Heb.  ix.  27. 

1  TTEAV'xV  has  confirm'd  the  great  decree, 
XI  That   Adfiin's   race   must  die; 
One  gen'ral  ruin  sweeps  them  down, 
And   low  in  dust    they  lie. 
S  Ye  living  men,  the  tombs  survey, 
Where  you   must  quickly  dwell; 
Dark!   how  the  awful  summons  sounds 
In  ev'ry  fun'ral  kncll. 
3  Once  you  must  die;  and  once  for  all 
The  solemn  purport  weigh; 


JUDGMENT.  161 

For  know,  that  lieav'n  or  hell  attend 

On  tliat  important  day. 

4  Those  eyes,   so  longr  in  darkness  veil'd, 

Must  wake,  the   Judge  to  see; 
And  ev'ry  word  and   ev'ry   thought 
Must  pass   his  scrutiny. 

5  Oh   may  I,  in  the  Judge,  hehoUl 

My  Saviour  and   my  Friend! 
And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death. 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. — Doddridge, 

JUDGMENT. 

HYMN   238.    S.  M.        Olmutz. 

The  Final  Sentence  and  Misery  of  the  Wicked. 

Matt.  XXV.  41. 

1  A  ND  will  the  Judire  descend? 
xx  And  must  the  dead  arise? 
And    not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  And  from  his  righteo-js  lips 

Shall  this  dread   sentence  sound; 
And  tlirouffh  the  num'rous  guilty  throng, 
Spread  black  despair  around? 

3  "Depart  from   me,  accurs'd, 

To  everlasting  flam.e. 
For  rebel    angels  first  prepar'd. 
Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day; 
When  earth  and   heav'n  before  his  face, 
Astonish'd  shrink  away? 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions   of   tloe  dead; 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  ^race, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of   his  cross. 
And  find  salvation  there; 
2U 


162  JUDGMENT. 

7  So  fehall  that  curse  remove, 
By  wliich  llie  Saviour  bled; 
And  tlie  last  awful  day  sliall  pour 
His  blessing  on  your  head.— Doddridge 

IIYAIN  239.    8s,  7s,  48.        Coburn. 
Lo,  he  Cometh. 

1  r  O!  he  cometh!  countless  trumpets 
JLi  Blow  to  wake  tlie  sleeping  dead; 
'Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 

See  tiinir  great  exalted  Head! 
Hallelujah! 
VVelconie,  welcome,  Son  of  God! 

2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Through  tii'  eternal  deep  resounds: 
Now   resplendent  shine  his  nail-priuls, 

Ev'ry  eye  shall    see  his  wounds: 
They  who  i)ierc'd  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expectation. 

Saints  beliold  tiie  Jud?e  appear; 
Truth  aud  Justice  go  iHjtbre  him; 

Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear! 
Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome  Judge  divine. 

4  "Come  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter   into  life  and  joy; 
Banish  all  your   fears  and  sorrows; 

Endless  praise  be  your   employ!" 
Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  at   once  they  rise  to  glory, 

Jesus   brin-zs   tiiem   to  the  King; 
There,  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

They,  eternal  anthems  sing: 
Hallelujah! 
Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  240.    8s,  7s,  4s.        Oliphant. 
Judgment.    Rev.  i.  7.    vi.  14—17.    ixii.  17—20. 


IT  O 
IJ  ( 


he  comes,  with  clouds  descending 
Once  for  favor'd  einners  slaini 


JUDGMENT.  16^ 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  liis  train: 
Hellelujah! 
Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign! 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Roh'd  in  dreadful  majesty: 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 

Pierc'd  and  natl'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea  and  mountain. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away: 
All   who  hale  him,  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  tmmp  proclaim  the  day: 
Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away! 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected. 

Now  shall  nieet  him  in  the  aii" 
Hallelujah! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

5  Answer  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit, 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  gen'ral  doom; 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit. 

Take  thy  pining    exiles  home: 
All  creation 
Travaiis,  groans  and  bids  thee  come. 

6  Yea!   Amen!  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine   exalted  throne; 
Saviour!  take  the  power  and  glory;  . 

Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own: 
Oh,   come  quickly! 
Hallelujah!  come,  Lord,  come. 

HYMN  241.    8g,  7s,  4s.        Cobum. 
The  Day  of  Judgment. 
I  "r\A.Y  of  Judgment — day  of  wonders; 
AJ  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound. 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders. 
Shakes  the  vast  creation   round! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound. 


164  JUDGMEXT. 

2  See  tl'.c  Judge,  our  nature  wea/ing, 

Cloth'd  in   majesty  divine! 
You,  who  lon^  for  "liis  ajipearin?, 

Tlien  shall  say,   "  This  God  id  mine  ■■ 
Gracious  Saviour! 
Own   me  in  that  day  for   thine. 

3  At  his  call  tlie  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earl!)  nnd  sea: 
All   the  powers  of   nature  shaken. 

From  his  looks  prepare  to  liee: 
Careless  sinner! 
Wliai  wil!  then  hcrome  of  thoe? 

4  Horrors,  past  imagination. 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart. 
When  you  hear  your  condenmation, 

"  Hence,  accursed   wretch,  depart: 
Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels  have  thy  part." 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  helow; 
He  will  say,  "Come  near  ye  blessed; 

See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 
You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought,  our  courage  raise; 
Swiftly  God's  great  day    approaches. 

Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise: 
May  we   triumph 
When  the  world   is  in   a  blaze.— JVczcion. 

HYMN  242.    C.  M.        Patmos. 
The  Last  Judgment. 

1  "  TTE  comes,  he  comes,  to  judge  the  world, 

Xl  Aloud  Ih'  archangel  cries; 
W^hile  thunders  roil    from   pole  to  pole, 
And  lightenings  cleave  the  skies. 

2  Th'  alTrishtcd   nations  hear  the  sound, 

\nd  upward   lift  their  eyes: 
The  sliimb'ring  tenants  of  the  ground 
In  living  armies  rise. 

3  Amid  tlie  shouts  of   num'rous  friends, 

Of  hosts  divinely  bright. 


XtTDGMENT.  165 

The  Judge  in  solemn  pomp  descends, 
Array'd  in  robes  of   light. 

4  Writ  on  his  thigh  his  name  appears: 

And  scars  his  vict'ries  tell: 
Lo,  in  his  hand,  the  conq'ror  bears  ' 
The  keys  of  death  and   hell 

5  So  he  ascends  tlie  judgment-seat, 

And  at   his  dread  command, 
Myriads  of  creatures  round  his  feet 
In  solemn  silence  stand. 

6  "  Depart,  ye  sons  of  vice  and  sin," 

The   injured  Jesus  cries; 
While  the  long-kindlins  wrath  within 
Flashes  from  both  his  eyes. 

7  And  now  in  words  divinely  sweet, 

With   rapture  in   his  face, 
Aloud  hi3  sacred   lips  repeat 
The  sentence  of   his  grace. 

8  "  Well  done,   my  good  and  faithful  sons, 

The  children   of   my    love: 
Receive   the  sceptres,  crowns  and  thrones, 
Prepared  for  you  above."— JVezcfo/j. 

HYMN.  243.     C.  P.  M.        Columbws. 

Longing  for   a  Place  at  the  Right  Hand  of  the 

Judge. 

1  TT 7 HEX  thou,  my  righteous  Jud^e,  shall  come 

VV     To  fetcn   thy   ransom'd   oeonle  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shall  such  a   worthless  worm  as  I,- 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 

2  I  love  to   meet  among  them   now. 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow. 

Though  vilest  of  tliem  all: 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought. 
What  if   my  name   should  be  left  out. 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call. 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  Hiv  hiding  place, 
In  this  til'  accepted  day; 


1 G6  jcDGMErrr, 

Thy  pard'nlng  volco,  O  let  me  hear. 

To  still  my  unbelieving  fear; 

Nor  let  me  fail,  I  pray. 
4  Let  me  among  thy  eaints  te  found. 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  tliy  smiling  face: 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  111  sing, 
While  heav'n's  resounding  mansions  ring, 

With  shouts  of  sov'rcign  grace. 

HYMN  244.    Bs,  7s,  4s.        Kendall. 
Awful  Doom  of   the  Sinner.    Luke  xiii.  2S. 

1  OEE  th'  eternal  Judge  descending — 
lO  View  him  seated  on  his  thronel 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting. 

Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom- 
Trumpets  call  thee! 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Fiird  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain; 
While  in  anguish  thus   lamenting. 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again, 

3  "Yonder  sits  ray  slighted  Saviour,^ 

With  the  marks  of  dying  Jove; 

Oh,  that   I  had  ponght  his  favor. 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

Golden  moments. 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

4  Now  despisers,  look  and  wonder! 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part. 
Louder  than  a  peal  of   thunder. 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart!" 

Lost  for  ever, 
Henr  the  dreadfUl  sound  "Depart!" 

HYMN  245.    L.  M.        Talbott. 
The  Day  of  W^ath. 
1  rp  II AT  day  of  wrath!  that  dreadful  day, 
X   When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awayt 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day^— 


JUDGMENT."  167 

2  When  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll; 
And  louder  yet — and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead? 

3  Oh,  on  that  day— that  wrathful  day. 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  THor,  O  Cluist!  tlie  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

HYMN  246.    C.  M.         Fulton. 
Final  Triumph. 
1    A  RISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 
jnL_  Behold  thy  light  is  come; 
Thy  glorious  conq'ring  king  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home: 
The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  captives  free; 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  nigh. 
The  year  of  jubilee. 
-|-      2  Ye  heralds  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 
The  earth  must  know  her  doom; 
Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come: 
Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth, 

Consume  the  rolling  flood! 
Bid  every  star  to  disappear. 
And  turn  the  moon  to  blood. 

3  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground. 

Before  the  Judge  appear; 
Al!  tongues  and  languages  shall  come. 

Their  final  doom  to  hear! 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

Ten  thousand   angels  round; 
And  Gabriel  with  a  silver  trump, 

Echo's  the  awful  sound. 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

To  sinners   now  is    o'er; 
The  trump  in    Zion   now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more; 
The    watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  Iheir  flocks  above. 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 
**  And  shout  redeeming  love. 

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1  nnii 

JL  ,' 


168  JUDGMENT. 

HYMN  247.    S.  M.        EUoii. 
The   Last  Account. 

1  T   SAW,  iMiyond   tlic  tomb, 
X  Tlie  awful  Jndpe  appear! 

Prepared  to  sran  with  strict  account, 
The  l)lessing3  wasted  here. 

2  His  wratli   like   flaming  fire, 
In  Iteli  forever  burns; 

And  from  tiiat  hopeless  world  of   wo, 
JS'o  fugitive  returns. 

3  Soon  w  ill  the  harvest  close. 
The  summer  sonti   be  o'er; 

Oh,  sinner,  tlien  jour   injured  God 

Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. — Dicight. 

HYMN  248.    L.  M. 
The  Chariot. 
HE  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire. 
As  the  Lord  conieth  down  in  the  pomp  of 
his  ire; 

Lo!  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  rloud 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of   Godliead 
are  bov/'d. 

2  The   glory!   the  glory!  around   him  are  pour'd. 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  I^ord; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  tlie  martyrs  are  there, 
And    tliere  all   who    the    pahn-wreatha    of   vic- 
tory  wear. 

3  The  trumpTet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have  all  heard, 
Lo!  the  depihs  of  the  stonecovcr'd  charnel  are 

stirred; 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from   the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth. 

4  The   jndgment!  the  judgment!  the     thrones  are 

all  set  [met: 

Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  O  merry!  O  mercy!  \ook  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love; 


HELL   AND    HEAVEN.  169 

When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven. 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven. 


HELL  AND  HEAVEN. 

HYMN  249.    C.  M.    Dundee. 
Hell,  the  Sinner''s  own  Place    Acts  i.  25. 

1  T  ORD,  when  I   read  the  traitor's  doom, 
JLi  To  "  his  own  place"  consiin'd, 
Wliat  holy  fear,  and  humble  hope, 

Alternate  fill  my  mind! 

2  Traitor  to  thee  I  too  have  been, 

But"  saved   by  matchless  grace; 
Or  else  the  lowest,  hottest  hell 
Had  surely  been  my  place. 

3  Thither  I  was  by  law  adjudg'd, 

And  thitherward  rush'd  on, 
And  there  in  my  eternal  doom 
Thy  justice  might  l)ave  shone. 

4  But  lo!  (what  wond'rous,  matchless  love!) 

1  call  a  place  my  own, 
On  earth,  within  the  gospel  sound, 
n.nd  at  thy  gracious   throne. 

5  A  place  is  mine  among  thy  saints, 

A  place  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  I  expect  in  heaven  a  place 
Wliere  saii-ts  and  angels  meet. 

6  Blest  Lamb  of  God,  thy  sovereign  grace. 

To  all  around  I'll   tell. 
Which  made  a   place  in  glory  mine. 
Whose  just  desert  was"  hell. — Ryland. 

HYMN  250.     C.  M.         Topsham. 
The  Promised  Land. 

1  f\^  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
'-J  And  cast    a  wishful  eye. 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions   lie. 

2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene; 

That  rises  to  my  sight; 


170  HELL   AVD    nEAVEW. 

Bweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green. 
And   rivers  of  delight. 
8  Tliere  pen'rous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  valra, 
With  milk  and    honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  for  ever  reigns. 
And  scatters   night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore: 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  lie  for  ever  blest. 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  r^ll—StenneU. 

HYMN  251.    L.  M.        Lindon. 
The  Wheat  and  Tares. 

1  rr^HO'  in  the  outward  church  below, 
J.   The  wheat  and   tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  e'er  long  will  weed  the   crop, 
And  pluck  the    tares  in  anger  up. 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here, 

How  much  thoy  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 

3  Oh,  this  will    aggravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace; 
To  ihem   the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument   of  death. 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus   we  meet. 
Strangers  might  think  we  all   were  wheat. 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes. 

Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

5  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends; 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil; 


HELL   AND   HEAVEN.  171 

6  But  tho'  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 

His  plan  will  not  require  tliem  long; 

In  harvest  when  he  saves  liis  own, 

The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

J^ewton. 

HYMN  252.    S.  P.  M. 
The  Perpetuity  of  Heavem 

1  TJEYOND  the  flight  of  time, 
JD  Beyond  the  reign  of  death,  , 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath; 
Nor  life's  affections,  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  fly  upwards  and  expire. 

2  There  is  a  world  aliove. 
Where  parting  is  unknown; 

A  long  eternity  of   love. 

Formed  for  the  good  alone. 
And   faith  beholds  the  dying   here 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

3  Thus  star  by  star  declines,- 
Till  all  are  pass'd  away: 

As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day: 
Nor  sink  those  stars   in  empty  night. 
But  hide  themselves  in  lieaven's  own  light. 
Montgomery 

HYMN  253.    L.  M.        Augusta. 
The  icorld  tee  have  not  seen. 

1  nnnERE  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen 
JL  That  time  shall  never  dare  destroy! 
Where  mortal  footstep  hath  not  been, 

Nor  ear  has  caught  its  sounds  of  joy. 

2  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 

Than  sages  tell   or  poets  sing. 
Brighter  than  summer's  beauties  are, 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 

3  There  is  a  world,  and  O,  how  blesti 

Fairer  than  prophets  ever  told; 
And  never  did  an  angel  guest 
On©  half  Ua  blessedness  unfold  I 


172  DOXOLOGIES. 

4  It  Ig  all  holy  and  serene, 

The  land  of  sloiy  and  repose; 

And  there,  to  dim   the   radiant  scene, 

The  tear  of  sorrow  never  flows. 

5  No!   for  this  world  is  ever  hrisht, 

With   a   pure  radiance   all   ita  own* 
The  streams  of  uncreated  light 
Flow  round  it  from  th'  eternal   throne. 
C  There,  forms  that  mortals  may  not  see. 
Too  glorious  for  the  eye  to  trace, 
And   clad  in   peerless  majesty, 
Move  with  unutterable  grace. 
7  In  vain  the  philosophic  eye 

May  seek   to  view  the  fair  abode, 
Or  find   it  in  the  curtain'd  sky: — 
It  ig  the  dwelling-piace  of   God. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

HYMN    254.    C.    M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and   Holy  Ghost, 
Who  made  the  earth  and  heaven; 
Of   equal  dignity  possessed; 
Be  equal  honors  given. 

HYMN  255.    S.  M 

TO  thee,  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One, 
Be  universal  honors  paid, 
Co-equal  honors  done. — Beddome. 

HYMN  236.    L.  M. 

PRAISE  Ood,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Prai?e  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

IFi'MN  257.    C.  M. 

GIVE  glory  to  God,  ye   children  of  men, 
And  publish  abroad    again  and  again. 
The  Son's  glorious  merit,  the  Father's  free  grace. 
The  gifts  of  the  spirit  to  Adam's  lost  race. 


PRAISE   TO   THE    EVERLASTING   GOD.     173 
HYMN  258.    Part  I.    8s,  7s,  4s, 

FATHER,  Son  and  Holy   Spirit, 
Thou  the  God   whom  we  adore; 
May  we  all  thy  love  inherit: 
To  thine  image  us   restore; 
Vast  eternal! 
Praises  to  thee  evermore. 

HYMX  259.    Part  II.    8s,  Ss,  6s. 

TO  Father,  Son  and   Holy   Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the   heavenly   host, 
And  in  the  church  below, 
From  whom  all  creatures  drew  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption   bless'd   the   earth! 
From    whom  all  comforts  flow. 


PRAISE  TO  THE  EVERLASTING  GOD, 

The  Oud  of  Abraham. 

1  'T^HE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
X    Who  reigns  enthroned  above; 

Ancient  of  everlasting  days. 

And  God   of  love; 
Jehovah,  Great  I  Am! 

By   earth  and  heaven  confess'd; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 

For  ever   bless'd. 

2  The    God  of  Abraham  praise. 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth   I   rise,  and  seek  the  joyg, 

At   his  right  hand: 
I  all  on  earth  forsake. 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power. 
And  him   my  only   portion  make, 

My   shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abraham  praise. 

Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my^  happy  days, 

In  all  liis  ways: 
He  calls  a  worm   his  friendl 

He  calls  himself  my  God! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 

Through  Jesus'  blood. 
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174   PRAISE    TO   THE    EVERLASTING    GOD. 

4  He  by  himself  Iialli  sworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  shall  on  eaRle's  wings  upborne 

To  Leaven  ascend: 
I  shall  l)eliold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore. 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  bis  grace 

Forevcrniore. 

PART    SECOND. 

5  Tho'  nature's  strength  decay, 

And  earth  and   hell  withstand. 
To  Canaan's  bounds  1  urge  ray    way 

At  his  command: 
The  watery  deep   I  pass, 

With  Jesus  in   my  view; 
And  thro'  the  howling   wilderness, 

My   way  pursue. 

6  The  fioodly  land  I  see, 

With   peace  and  plenty  bless'd; 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 

And   endless  rest; 
There    milk  and  honey  flow. 

And  oil  and   wine  abound; 
And  trees  of  life  for  ever  grow. 

With   mercy  crown'd. 

7  There  dwells  the  Lewd  our   King, 

The  Lord  our   righteousness 
Triumpliant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 

The  Prince  of  Peace; 
On  Zion's  sacred   height 

His  kingdom  still  maintains; 
And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light. 

For  ever  reigns. 

8  He  keeps  his  own  Secure, 

He  guards  them  by  his  side. 
Arrays  in  garments  white  and   pure, 

His  spotless  bride; 
With  streams  of"  sacred  bliss, 

With  groves  of  living  joys. 
With  all  the  fruits  of  paradise. 

He  Btill  supphes. 


PRAISE   TO   THE   EVERLASTING   GOD.      175 
9  Before  the  Three  in  One, 
They  all  exulting  stand, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done, 

Through  all  their  land. 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  swell  the  growing  fame, 
And  sing,  in  songs  which  never  end, 
The  wondrous  name. 

PART   THIRD. 

10  Tb6  God  who  reigns  on  high. 

The  great  arch-angels  sing, 
And  "  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 
-  "Almighty  King! 
Who  was  and  is  the  same, 

And  evermore  shall  be; 
Jehovah;  Father;  Great  I  am! 

We  worship  thee." 

11  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The   ransom'd   nations  bow; 
OV.rwhelm'd  at  his  Almighty  grace. 

For  ever  new. 
He  shows  his  prints  of  love, 

They  kindle  to    a   flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  world  above, 

The  slaughter'd  Lamb. 

12  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high; 
Hail,    Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

They  ever    cry; 
Hail,  Abraham's  God,  and  mine, 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 


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